Oliver Goldsmith

I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon.

I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon.

It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.

It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.

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.

At night returning, every labour sped,
He sits him down, the monarch of a shed;
Smiles by read more

At night returning, every labour sped,
He sits him down, the monarch of a shed;
Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys
His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze;
While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard,
Displays her cleanly platter on the board.

Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.'

Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.'