Oliver Goldsmith ( 10 of 116 )
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.
Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the read more
Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.
Zeal is very blind, or badly regulated, when it encroaches upon the rights of others
Zeal is very blind, or badly regulated, when it encroaches upon the rights of others
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.
So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar,
But bind him to his native mountains more.
So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar,
But bind him to his native mountains more.
The king himself has follow'd her
When she has walk'd before.
The king himself has follow'd her
When she has walk'd before.
How blest is he who crowns in shades like these,
A youth of labour with an age of ease.
How blest is he who crowns in shades like these,
A youth of labour with an age of ease.
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
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.
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.
