- To the last moment of his breath
- On hope the wretch relies;
- And e'en the pang preceding death
- Bids expectation rise.
- Hope, like the gleaming taper's light,
- Adorns and cheers our way;
- And still, as darker grows the night,
- Emits a brighter ray.
OLIVER GOLDSMITH, The Captivity
Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.
OLIVER GOLDSMITH, The Good-Natured Man
- Women and music should never be dated.
OLIVER GOLDSMITH, She Stoops to Conquer
It is not easy to recover an art when once lost.
OLIVER GOLDSMITH, An Essay on the Theatre
The virtue which requires to be ever guarded is scarcely worth the sentinel.
OLIVER GOLDSMITH, The Vicar of Wakefield
To a philosopher no circumstance, however trifling, is too minute.
OLIVER GOLDSMITH, Citizen of the World
- Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
- His first, best country ever is, at home.
OLIVER GOLDSMITH, The Traveller
- Ill fares the land, to hast'ning ills a prey,
- Where wealth accumulates, and men decay.
OLIVER GOLDSMITH, The Deserted Village
- How happy he who crowns in shades like these,
- A youth of labour with an age of ease.
OLIVER GOLDSMITH, The Deserted Village
Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no fibs.
OLIVER GOLDSMITH, She Stoops to Conquer
Don't let us make imaginary evils, when you know we have so many real ones to encounter.
OLIVER GOLDSMITH, The Good-Natured Man
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
OLIVER GOLDSMITH, The Traveller
Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.
OLIVER GOLDSMITH, The Vicar of Wakefield
The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.
- How wide the limits stand
- Between a splendid and a happy land.
OLIVER GOLDSMITH, The Deserted Village
Life at the greatest is but a froward child, that must be humor'd and coax'd a little till it falls asleep, and then all the care is over.
OLIVER GOLDSMITH, The Good-Natured Man
The volume of Nature is the book of knowledge.
OLIVER GOLDSMITH, Citizen of the World
As ten millions of circles can never make a square, so the united voice of myriads cannot lend the smallest foundation to falsehood.
OLIVER GOLDSMITH, The Vicar of Wakefield
I love every thing that is old; old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wines.
OLIVER GOLDSMITH, She Stoops to Conquer
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