Oliver Goldsmith Quotes

Where village statesmen talked with looks profound,
And news much older than their ale went round.

The man recovered of the bite,
The dog it was that died.

On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting;
'Twas only that when he was off he was acting.

Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go,
Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.

The premises being thus settled, I proceed to observe that the concatenation of self-existence, proceeding in a reciprocal duplicate ratio, naturally produces a problematical dialogism, which in some measure proves that the essence of spirituality may be referred to the second predicable.

Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face;
Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he;
Full well the busy whisper circling round
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd.
Yet was he kind, or if severe in aught,
The love he bore to learning was in fault;
The village all declar'd how much he knew,
'T was certain he could write and cipher too.

A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad
When he put on his clothes.

Vain, very vain, my weary search to find
That bliss which only centers in the mind.

Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.

Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt;
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.

Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.

Careless their merits or their faults to scan,
His pity gave ere charity began.
Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,
And e'en his failings leaned to Virtue's side.

Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no fibs.

The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm,
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.

Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway,
And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.