And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)
Source: The Deserted Village
Contributed by: Zaady
A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes.
Source: Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog
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.
Source: The Traveller
Whatever mitigates the woes, or increases the happiness of others, is a just criterion of goodness; and whatever injures society at large, or any individual in it, is a criterion of iniquity.
The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made.
Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land.
Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And even his failings lean'd to Virtue's side.
Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
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