Oliver Goldsmith

I was ever of the opinion that the honest man who married and brought up a large family, did more service than he who continued single, and only talked of population.

The sigh that rends thy constant heart

Shall break thy Edwin's too.

Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.

It has been a thousand times observed, and I must observe it once more, that the hours we pass with happy prospects in view are more pleasing than those crowned with fruition.

To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives.

Handsome is that handsome does.

A book may be very amusing with numerous errors, or it may be very dull without a single absurdity.

The dog, to gain some private ends,

Went mad, and bit the man.

That virtue which requires to be ever guarded is scarce worth the sentinel.

Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale,

And guide my lonely way

To where yon taper cheers the vale

With hospitable ray.

Let us draw upon Content for the deficiencies of fortune.

The only art her guilt to cover,

To hide her shame from every eye,

To give repentance to her lover,

And wring his bosom——is to die.