And learn the luxury of doing good.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)
Source: The Traveller
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes.
The king himself has followed her When she has walk'd before.
Source: Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize
Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word From those who spoke her praise.
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,- His first, best country ever is at home.
Hope, like the gleaming taper's light, Adorns and cheers our way; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.
Source: The Captivity
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