Oliver Goldsmith ( 10 of 116 )
Good people all, with one accord,
Lament for Madame Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word--
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Good people all, with one accord,
Lament for Madame Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word--
From those who spoke her praise.
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.
"Very well," cried I, "that's a good girl; I find you are
perfectly qualified for making converts, and so read more
"Very well," cried I, "that's a good girl; I find you are
perfectly qualified for making converts, and so go help your
mother to make the gooseberry bye."
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd,
The sports of children satisfy the child.
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd,
The sports of children satisfy the child.
Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain,
With grammar, and nonsense, and learning;
Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,
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Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain,
With grammar, and nonsense, and learning;
Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,
Gives genius a better discerning.
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face.
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face.
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.
A traveler of taste will notice that the wise are polite all over the world, but the fool only at read more
A traveler of taste will notice that the wise are polite all over the world, but the fool only at home.
No one but a fool would measure their satisfaction by what the world thinks of it.
No one but a fool would measure their satisfaction by what the world thinks of it.
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.
