Oliver Goldsmith

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

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The best-humour'd man, with the worst-humour'd Muse.

Postscript
The man recovered of the bite,
The dog it was that died.

Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog
The king himself has followed her
When she has walk'd before.

Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize
The dog, to gain his private ends,
Went mad, and bit the man.

Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog
You can preach a better sermon with your life than with your lips.
I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellect too.

Vicar of Wakefield
All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.

The Good-Natured Man

Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow,
Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.

The Traveller
The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.

The Bee
People seldom improve when they have no other model but themselves to copy after.
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