Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the read more
Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.
This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant
jade on a journey.
This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant
jade on a journey.
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
Nobody with me at sea but myself.
Nobody with me at sea but myself.
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
