The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)
Source: The Deserted Village
Contributed by: Zaady
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
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.
Ask me no questions, and I 'll tell you no fibs.
Source: She Stoops to Conquer
Measures, not men, have always been my mark.
Source: The Good-Natured Man
Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth: If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.
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.
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