I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)
Source: She Stoops to Conquer
Contributed by: Zaady
A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
Source: The Deserted Village
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.
Source: The Traveller
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
Measures, not men, have always been my mark.
Source: The Good-Natured Man
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