Oliver Goldsmith

Nobody with me at sea but myself.

Nobody with me at sea but myself.

And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.

And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.

The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance read more

The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom, is--to die.

Zeal is very blind, or badly regulated, when it encroaches upon the rights of others

Zeal is very blind, or badly regulated, when it encroaches upon the rights of others

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.