Oliver Goldsmith

Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.

Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.

How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
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How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
Still to ourselves in every place consigned,
Our own felicity we make or find.
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.

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.

It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.

It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.

Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
And the read more

Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,
Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.