They please, are pleased, they give to get esteem,
Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.
Oliver Goldsmith Quotes
1728–1774 Ireland
Oliver Goldsmith (10 November 1728 – 4 April 1774) was an Irish novelist, playwright, poet and physician.
- Ireland
- Essayists
- Novelists
- Playwrights
- Poets
Also known as: Goldsmith, Oliver
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Even children follow'd with endearing wile,
And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.
And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.
For just experience tells, in every soil,
That those who think must govern those that toil.
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first, best country ever is, at home.
And the weak soul, within itself unbless'd,
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
I see the lords of humankind pass by.
Still to ourselves in every place consign'd,
Our own felicity to make or find.
The best-humour'd man, with the worst-humour'd Muse.
Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.
The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.
A book may be very amusing with numerous errors, or it may be very dull without a single absurdity.
They please, are pleas'd, they give to get esteem
Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.
Though equal to all things, for all things unfit;
Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit.
Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill;
Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still.
And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew,
That one small head should carry all it knew.
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