Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
The man recover'd of the bite,
The dog it was that died.
The man recover'd of the bite,
The dog it was that died.
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
E'en his failings leaned to virtue's side.
E'en his failings leaned to virtue's side.
That dire disease, whose ruthless power
Withers the beauty's transient flower.
That dire disease, whose ruthless power
Withers the beauty's transient flower.
I have spent my life laboriously doing nothing.
[Lat., Vitam perdidi laboricose agendo.]
I have spent my life laboriously doing nothing.
[Lat., Vitam perdidi laboricose agendo.]
