Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he; Full well the busy whisper circling round Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd. Yet was he kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declar'd how much he knew, 'Twas certain he could write and cipher too.
Oliver GoldsmithThere is a greatness in being generous, and there is only simple justice in satisfying creditors. Generosity is the part of the soul raised above the vulgar.
Oliver GoldsmithA flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
Oliver GoldsmithThe work of eradicating crimes is not by making punishment familiar, but formidable.
Oliver Goldsmith