Oliver Goldsmith

Ireland
10 Nov 1728 // 4 Apr 1774
Writer, Poet

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We seldom speak of the virtue which we have, but much oftener of that which we lack.
Vain, very vain, my weary search to find
That bliss which only centres in the mind.

The Traveller
This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.

The Good-Natured Man
To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.

The Deserted Village
His best companions, innocence and health;
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.

The Deserted Village

A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,
A cap by night, a stocking all the day.

Description of an Author's Bed-chamber
The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm,
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.

The Traveller
I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.

She Stoops to Conquer
How blest is he who crowns in shades like these
A youth of labour with an age of ease!

The Deserted Village
He who seeks for applause only from without has all his happiness in another's keeping.
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