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They please, are pleased, they give to get esteem,Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.
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By the living jingo, she was all of a muck of sweat.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Write how you want, the critic shall show the world you could have written better.
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Be not affronted at a joke. If one throw salt at thee, thou wilt receive no harm, unless thou art raw.
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People seldom improve when they have no other model but themselves to copy.
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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.
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In arguing too, the parson owned his skill,For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still;While words of learned length, and thundering soundAmazed the gazing rustics ranged around;And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew,That one small head could carry all he knew.
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Baw! Damme, but I'll fight you both, one after the other!With baskets.
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The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind,And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
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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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Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
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They liked the book the better the more it made them cry.
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A nightcap decked his brows instead of bay,A cap by night — a stocking all the day!
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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.
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So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roarBut bind him to his native mountains more.
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You can preach a better sermon with your life than with your lips.
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I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon.
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As a wit, if not first, in the very first line.
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Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt;It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
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Law grinds the poor, and rich men rule the law.
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And learn the luxury of doing good.
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Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame,Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame.Their level life is but a mouldering fire,Unquenched by want, unfanned by strong desire.
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The best-humour'd man, with the worst-humour'd Muse.
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The man recovered of the bite,The dog it was that died.
Oliver Goldsmith