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O Memory! thou fond deceiver.
Oliver Goldsmith
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When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can wash her guilt away?
Oliver Goldsmith
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Nothing is so contemptible as that affectation of wisdom, which some display, by universal incredulity.
Oliver Goldsmith
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The premises being thus settled, I proceed to observe that the concatenation of self-existence, proceeding in a reciprocal duplicate ratio, naturally produces a problematical dialogism, which in some measure proves that the essence of spirituality may be referred to the second predicable.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Is it that Nature, attentive to the preservation of mankind, increases our wishes to live, while she lessens our enjoyments, and as she robs the senses of every pleasure, equips imag-ination in the spoil?
Oliver Goldsmith
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In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stagecoach.
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
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He calls his extravagance, generosity; and his trusting everybody, universal benevolence.
Oliver Goldsmith
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This is that eloquence the ancients represented as lightning, bearing down every opposer; this the power which has turned whole assemblies into astonishment, admiration and awe- - that is described by the torrent, the flame, and every other instance of irresistible impetuosity.
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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Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale,And guide my lonely wayTo where yon taper cheers the valeWith hospitable ray.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Silence gives consent.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Measures, not men, have always been my mark.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Our Garrick's a salad; for in him we seeOil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!
Oliver Goldsmith
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For just experience tells; in every soil,That those that think must govern those that toil.
Oliver Goldsmith
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The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm,The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Careless their merits or their faults to scan,His pity gave ere charity began.Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,And e'en his failings leaned to Virtue's side.
Oliver Goldsmith
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The jests of the rich are ever successful.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Let us draw upon Content for the deficiencies of fortune.
Oliver Goldsmith
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The land of scholars and the nurse of arms.
Oliver Goldsmith
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By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd;The sports of children satisfy the child.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Thus love is the most easy and agreeable, and gratitude the most humiliating, affection of the mind. We never reflect on the man we love without exulting in our choice, while he who has bound us to him by benefits alone rises to our ideas as a person to whom we have in some measure forfeited our freedom.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Every absurdity has a champion to defend it.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Alike all ages. Dames of ancient daysHave led their children through the mirthful maze,And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.
Oliver Goldsmith
