Quotes
Quotes - Goldsmith
His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland; Still born to improve in every part, His pencil out faces, his manners are heart.
The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n nature warm; The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.
Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay.
Honour sinks where commerce long prevails.
The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.
Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose, Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes.
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd, The sports of children satisfy the child.
Every pang that rends the heart.
To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives.
Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
Surely the best way to meet the enemy is head on in the field and not wait till they plunder our very homes.
Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength to prevent, it seldom has justice enough to accuse.
Their wants but few, their wishes all confin'd.
Where wealth and freedom reign, contentment fails, And honour sinks where commerce long prevails.
They would talk of nothing but high life and high-lived company, with other fashionable topics, such as pictures, taste, Shakespeare, and the musical glasses.
"Very well," cried I, "that's a good girl; I find you are perfectly qualified for making converts, and so go help your mother to make the gooseberry bye."
Blame where you must, be candid where you can, And be each critic the Good-natured Man.
Alike all ages: dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.
That dire disease, whose ruthless power Withers the beauty's transient flower.
And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound, And curs of low degree.
Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned, Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.
Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face.
Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth; If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.
Honor sinks where commerce long prevails.
