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Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth:If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.
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You may all go to pot.
Oliver Goldsmith
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The king himself has followed herWhen she has walk'd before.
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One writer, for instance, excels at a plan or a title page, another works away at the body of the book, and a third is a dab at an index.
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Good people all, with one acord,Lament for Madame Blaize,Who never wanted a good word —From those who spoke her praise.
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Measures, not men, have always been my mark.
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Let us draw upon Content for the deficiencies of fortune.
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The genteel thing is the genteel thing any time, if as be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose,Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes.
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That strain once more; it bids remembrance rise.
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The only art her guilt to cover,To hide her shame from every eye,To give repentance to her lover,And wring his bosom, is — to die.
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Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.
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A kind and gentle heart he had,To comfort friends and foes;The naked every day he cladWhen he put on his clothes.
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The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.
Oliver Goldsmith
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A book may be very amusing with numerous errors, or it may be very dull without a single absurdity.
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Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.
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This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.
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Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see,My heart untraveled fondly turns to thee;Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain,And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
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Travellers, George, must pay in all places: the only difference is, that in good inns, you pay dearly for your luxuries, and in bad inns you are fleeced and starved.
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I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellects too.
Oliver Goldsmith
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To what happy accident is it that we owe so unexpected a visit?
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Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain.
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The more various our artificial necessities, the wider is our circle of pleasure; for all pleasure consists in obviating necessities as they rise; luxury, therefore, as it increases our wants, increases our capacity for happiness
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The very pink of perfection.
Oliver Goldsmith