In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill, For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around; And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Oliver GoldsmithA book may be very amusing with numerous errors, or it may be very dull without a single absurdity.
Oliver GoldsmithSuch dainties to them, their health it might hurt; It 's like sending them ruffles when wanting a shirt.
Oliver Goldsmith