Oliver Goldsmith

1728 - 1774

A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith

The best-humour'd man, with the worst-humour'd Muse.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: Postscript

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on cheerfulness

Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose, Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: The Traveller

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on day and debt

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The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door; The chest, contriv'd a double debt to pay,- A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: The Deserted Village

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on lies

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Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: Retaliation

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on absence, change, death, love, and time

Absence, like death, sets a seal on the image of those we love: we cannot realize the intervening changes which time may have effected.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on argument, learning, skill, wonder, and words

In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill, For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around; And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: The Deserted Village

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith

There is no arguing with him, for if his pistol misses fire, he knockes you down with the butt end of it.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on argument

I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellect too.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: Vicar of Wakefield

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on plants

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As aromatic plants bestow No spicy fragrance while they grow; But crush'd or trodden to the ground, Diffuse their balmy sweets around.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: The Captivity

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