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.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)
Contributed by: Zaady
The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made.
Source: The Deserted Village
Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land.
Source: The Traveller
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.
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.
His conduct still right, with his argument wrong.
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.
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