Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray.
Oliver GoldsmithA night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,- A cap by night, a stocking all the day.
Oliver GoldsmithA traveler of taste will notice that the wise are polite all over the world, but the fool only at home.
Oliver Goldsmith[T]here are depths of thousands of miles which are hidden from our inquiry. The only tidings we have from those unfathomable regions are by means of volcanoes, those burning mountains that seem to discharge their materials from the lowest abysses of the earth.
Oliver GoldsmithPhilosophy can add to our happiness in no other manner but by diminishing our misery; it should not pretend to increase our present stock, but make us economists of what we are possessed of. Happy were we all born philosophers; all born with a talent of thus dissipating our own cares by spreading them upon all mankind.
Oliver Goldsmith