Oliver Goldsmith

1728 - 1774

A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on age and youth

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How blest is he who crowns in shades like these A youth of labour with an age of ease!

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: The Deserted Village

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on love

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I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on sorrow

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

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: The Deserted Village

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on happiness

He who seeks for applause only from without has all his happiness in another's keeping.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on friendship, love, and slavery

Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves."

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on happiness and life

If frugality were established in the state, if our expenses were laid out rather in the necessaries than the superfluities of life, there might be fewer wants, and even fewer pleasures, but infinitely more happiness.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on wit

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As a wit, if not first, in the very first line.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: Retaliation

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on creation and world

Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: The Traveller

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on evil

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Don't let us make imaginary evils, when you know we have so many real ones to encounter.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: The Good-Natured Man

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on melancholy

Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train, To traverse climes beyond the western main; Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around, And Niagara stuns with thundering sound.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: The Traveller

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