Oliver Goldsmith Quotes - Page 12
Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of humankind pass by.
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd; The sports of children satisfy the child.
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
How blest is he who crowns in shades like these A youth of labour with an age of ease!
A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made.
Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, and fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Our Garrick 's a salad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!
A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives.
