More from Oliver Goldsmith

  1. Silence gives consent.
  2. The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.
  3. Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.
  4. Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay; Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breat…
  5. All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.
  6. His best companions, innocence and health; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
  7. He calls his extravagance, generosity; and his trusting everybody, universal benevolence.
  8. How happy he who crowns in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease.

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