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He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack,For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back.
Oliver Goldsmith
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A great source of calamity lies in regret and anticipation; therefore a person is wise who thinks of the present alone, regardless of the past or future.
Oliver Goldsmith
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To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives.
Oliver Goldsmith
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That virtue which requires to be ever guarded is scarce worth the sentinel.
Oliver Goldsmith
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To men of other minds my fancy flies,Embosomed in the deep where Holland lies.Methinks her patient sons before me stand,Where the broad ocean leans against the land.
Oliver Goldsmith
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For he who fights and runs awayMay live to fight another day;But he who is in battle slainCan never rise and fight again.
Oliver Goldsmith
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One should not quarrel with a dog without a reason sufficient to vindicate one through all the courts of morality.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of steel.
Oliver Goldsmith
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As aromatic plants bestowNo spicy fragrance while they grow;But crush'd or trodden to the ground,Diffuse their balmy sweets around.
Oliver Goldsmith
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As writers become more numerous, it is natural for readers to become more indolent; whence must necessarily arise a desire of attaining knowledge with the greatest possible ease.
Oliver Goldsmith
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The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.
Oliver Goldsmith
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And, ev'n while fashion's brightest arts decoy,The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Paltry affectation, strained allusions, and disgusting finery are easily attained by those who choose to wear them; they are but too frequently the badges of ignorance or of stupidity, whenever it would endeavor to please.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!
Oliver Goldsmith
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But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
Oliver Goldsmith
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To me more dear, congenial to my heart,One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.
Oliver Goldsmith
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The whitewashed wall, the nicely sanded floor,The varnished clock that clicked behind the door;The chest contrived a double debt to pay,A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.
Oliver Goldsmith
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His conduct still right, with his argument wrong.
Oliver Goldsmith
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When he talked of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff,He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff.
Oliver Goldsmith
