They please, are pleas'd; they give to get esteem, Till seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)
Source: The Traveller
Contributed by: Zaady
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
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.
We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favours.
Source: Vicar of Wakefield
Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Source: The Deserted Village
The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.
Source: The Bee, No. 3
Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss which only centres in the mind.
Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round.
We seldom speak of the virtue which we have, but much oftener of that which we lack.
Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
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