To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)
Source: The Deserted Village
Contributed by: Zaady
Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of humankind pass by.
Source: The Traveller
The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.
Source: She Stoops to Conquer
All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.
Source: The Good-Natured Man. Act i.
O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree!
And learn the luxury of doing good.
The dog, to gain his private ends, Went mad, and bit the man.
Source: Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog
The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
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