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As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,-Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
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There are some faults so nearly allied to excellence that we can scarce weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe,That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
Oliver Goldsmith -
They please, are pleased, they give to get esteem,Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.
Oliver Goldsmith -
They liked the book the better the more it made them cry.
Oliver Goldsmith -
As a wit, if not first, in the very first line.
Oliver Goldsmith -
By the living jingo, she was all of a muck of sweat.
Oliver Goldsmith -
Be not affronted at a joke. If one throw salt at thee, thou wilt receive no harm, unless thou art raw.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,His first, best country ever is, at home.
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People seldom improve when they have no other model but themselves to copy.
Oliver Goldsmith -
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow,Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po.
Oliver Goldsmith -
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
Oliver Goldsmith -
Baw! Damme, but I'll fight you both, one after the other!With baskets.
Oliver Goldsmith -
The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind,And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
Oliver Goldsmith
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So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roarBut bind him to his native mountains more.
Oliver Goldsmith -
I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon.
Oliver Goldsmith -
A nightcap decked his brows instead of bay,A cap by night — a stocking all the day!
Oliver Goldsmith -
You can preach a better sermon with your life than with your lips.
Oliver Goldsmith -
There are but few talents requisite to become a popular preacher; for the people are easily pleased if they perceive any endeavors in the orator to please them. The meanest qualifications will work this effect if the preacher sincerely sets about it.
Oliver Goldsmith -
Law grinds the poor, and rich men rule the law.
Oliver Goldsmith
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The best-humour'd man, with the worst-humour'd Muse.
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There is no arguing with Johnson: for if his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end of it.
Oliver Goldsmith -
Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt;It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
Oliver Goldsmith -
Tenderness is a virtue.
Oliver Goldsmith