Oliver Goldsmith

A modest woman, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.

A modest woman, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.

And the weak soul, within itself unbless'd,
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.

And the weak soul, within itself unbless'd,
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.

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.

We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to
enhance the value of its favours.

We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to
enhance the value of its favours.

Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came,
And the puff a dunce, he mistook it for fame;
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Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came,
And the puff a dunce, he mistook it for fame;
Till his relish grown callous, almost to displease,
Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.