Oliver Goldsmith Quotes

The king himself has followed her
When she has walk'd before.

They liked the book the better the more it made them cry.

You may all go to pot.

Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.

Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such,
We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much;
Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind,
And to party gave up what was meant for mankind;
Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat
To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote.
Who too deep for his hearers still went on refining,
And thought of convincing while they thought of dining:
Though equal to all things, for all things unfit;
Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit.

The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.

Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain,
With grammar, and nonsense, and learning;
Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,
Gives genus a better discerning.

They would talk of nothing but high life, and high-lived company, with other fashionable topics, such as pictures, taste, Shakespeare, and the musical glasses.

That strain once more; it bids remembrance rise.

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stagecoach.

No flocks that range the valley free
To slaughter I condemn;
Taught by that Power that pities me,
I learn to pity them:
But from the mountain’s grassy side
A guiltless feast I bring;
A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied,
And water from the spring.

To men of other minds my fancy flies,
Embosomed in the deep where Holland lies.
Methinks her patient sons before me stand,
Where the broad ocean leans against the land.

But winter lingering chills the lap of May.

It seemed to be pretty plain, that they had more of love than matrimony in them.