Oliver Goldsmith

O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree.

O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree.

There is no arguing with him, for if his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end read more

There is no arguing with him, for if his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end of it.

Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt:
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.

Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt:
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.

Every absurdity has a champion to defend it, for error is always talkative.

Every absurdity has a champion to defend it, for error is always talkative.

The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor,
The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door;
The chest read more

The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor,
The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door;
The chest contriv'd a double debt to pay,
A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.