Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
While resignation gently slopes the way;
And, all his prospects brightening to the last,
His heaven commences read more
While resignation gently slopes the way;
And, all his prospects brightening to the last,
His heaven commences ere the world be past.
At night returning, every labour sped,
He sits him down, the monarch of a shed;
Smiles by read more
At night returning, every labour sped,
He sits him down, the monarch of a shed;
Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys
His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze;
While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard,
Displays her cleanly platter on the board.
