Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
His conduct still right with his argument wrong.
His conduct still right with his argument wrong.
Blame where you must, be candid where you can,
And be each critic the Good-natured Man.
Blame where you must, be candid where you can,
And be each critic the Good-natured Man.
Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill;
Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still.
Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill;
Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still.
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
That dire disease, whose ruthless power
Withers the beauty's transient flower.
That dire disease, whose ruthless power
Withers the beauty's transient flower.