Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)
Source: The Traveller
Contributed by: Zaady
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
Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.
Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.
Source: The Vicar of Wakefield
Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, And honour sinks where commerce long prevails.
Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt; It 's like sending them ruffles when wanting a shirt.
Source: The Haunch of Venison
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