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Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.
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The sigh that rends thy constant heartShall break thy Edwin's too.
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Measures, not men, have always been my mark.
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He calls his extravagance, generosity; and his trusting everybody, universal benevolence.
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No flocks that range the valley freeTo slaughter I condemn;Taught by that Power that pities me,I learn to pity them:But from the mountain’s grassy sideA guiltless feast I bring;A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied,And water from the spring.
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Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!
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And in that town a dog was found,As many dogs there be,Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,And curs of low degree.
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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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The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.
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You may all go to pot.
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The king himself has followed herWhen she has walk'd before.
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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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The youth who follows his appetites too soon seizes the cup, before it has received its best ingredients, and by anticipating his pleasures, robs the remaining parts of life of their share, so that his eagerness only produces manhood of imbecility and an age of pain.
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Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain.
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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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Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose,Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes.
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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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That strain once more; it bids remembrance rise.
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I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellects too.
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This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.
Oliver Goldsmith
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To what happy accident is it that we owe so unexpected a visit?
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Who peppered the highest was surest to please.
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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 land of scholars and the nurse of arms.
Oliver Goldsmith