Oliver Goldsmith

Their wants but few, their wishes all confin'd.

Their wants but few, their wishes all confin'd.

Full well they laughed, with counterfeited glee,
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he:
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Full well they laughed, with counterfeited glee,
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he:
Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd.

Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength to
prevent, it seldom has justice enough to read more

Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength to
prevent, it seldom has justice enough to accuse.

Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth;
If he had any faults, he has left us in read more

Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth;
If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.

Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose,
Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes.

Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose,
Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes.