When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff, He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)
Contributed by: Zaady
For just experience tells, in every soil, That those that think must govern those that toil.
Source: The Traveller
Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
Source: The Deserted Village
A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
While Resignation gently slopes away, And all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past.
The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.
Our Garrick 's a salad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!
The land of scholars and the nurse of arms.
So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar But bind him to his native mountains more.
A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,- A cap by night, a stocking all the day.
Source: Description of an Author's Bed-chamber.
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