Oliver Goldsmith

The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance read more

The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom, is--to die.

Surely the best way to meet the enemy is head on in the field and not wait till they plunder read more

Surely the best way to meet the enemy is head on in the field and not wait till they plunder our very homes.

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.

O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree.

O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree.

By every remove I only drag a greater length of chain.

By every remove I only drag a greater length of chain.