But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)
Source: The Traveller
Contributed by: Zaady
When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff, He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff.
For just experience tells, in every soil, That those that think must govern those that toil.
Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
Source: The Deserted Village
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.
And fools who came to scoff remain'd to pray.
People seldom improve when they have no other model but themselves to copy after.
The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.
Silence gives consent.
Source: The Good-Natured Man. Act 2
In all the silent manliness of grief.
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