Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.
Oliver GoldsmithYou will always find that those are most apt to boast of national merit, who have little or not merit of their own to depend on . . .
Oliver GoldsmithRidicule has even been the most powerful enemy of enthusiasm, and properly the only antagonist that can be opposed to it with success.
Oliver Goldsmith