Oliver Goldsmith ( 10 of 116 )
His conduct still right with his argument wrong.
His conduct still right with his argument wrong.
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me read more
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
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 in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp read more
And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,
And curs of low degree.
In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill,
For even though vanquished he could argue still.
In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill,
For even though vanquished he could argue still.
Of all the plants that cover the earth and lie like a fringe of hair upon the body of our read more
Of all the plants that cover the earth and lie like a fringe of hair upon the body of our grandmother, try to obtain knowledge that you may be strengthened in life
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.
Thus idly busy rolls their world away.
Thus idly busy rolls their world away.
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first best country ever is at home.
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first best country ever is at home.
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
