Oliver Goldsmith

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.

Thus 'tis with all; their chief and constant care
Is to seem everything but what they are.

Thus 'tis with all; their chief and constant care
Is to seem everything but what they are.

A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he read more

A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad
When he put on his clothes.

The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.

The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.

I hate the French because they are all slaves and wear wooden
shoes.

I hate the French because they are all slaves and wear wooden
shoes.