Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill,
For even though vanquished he could argue still.
In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill,
For even though vanquished he could argue still.
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he read more
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad
When he put on his clothes.
