Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies,
And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.
Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies,
And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.
Every pang that rends the heart.
Every pang that rends the heart.
The man recover'd of the bite,
The dog it was that died.
The man recover'd of the bite,
The dog it was that died.
Thus 'tis with all; their chief and constant care
Is to seem everything but what they are.
Thus 'tis with all; their chief and constant care
Is to seem everything but what they are.
Gay, sprightly, land of mirth and social ease
Pleased with thyself, whom all the world can please.
Gay, sprightly, land of mirth and social ease
Pleased with thyself, whom all the world can please.
