Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
His conduct still right with his argument wrong.
His conduct still right with his argument wrong.
Round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
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.
Man wants but little here below Nor wants that little long.
Man wants but little here below Nor wants that little long.
Tenderness is a virtue.
Tenderness is a virtue.
