Quote #66

And, ev'n while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy.

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  1. To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
  2. Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
  3. The whitewashed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, …
  4. Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
  5. Where village statesmen talked with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round.
  6. In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stagecoach.
  7. In arguing too, the parson owned his skill, For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still; While words of learned length, and thundering…
  8. I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wines.

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