Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)
Source: The Traveller
Contributed by: Zaady
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
To the last moment of his breath, On hope the wretch relies; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise.
Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.
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.
Source: The Deserted Village
Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.
He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.
The genteel thing is the genteel thing any time, if as be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly.
Source: She Stoops to Conquer
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