Oliver Goldsmith

So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar,
But bind him to his native mountains more.

So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar,
But bind him to his native mountains more.

Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.

Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.

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.

His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand;
His manners were gentle, complying, and bland;
Still born to read more

His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand;
His manners were gentle, complying, and bland;
Still born to improve in every part,
His pencil out faces, his manners are heart.

O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree.

O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree.