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 GoldsmithEven children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.
Oliver GoldsmithFor the first time, the best may err, art may persuade, and novelty spread out its charms. The first fault is the child of simplicity; but every other the offspring of guilt.
Oliver Goldsmith