187 ordspråk av Oliver Goldsmith
Oliver Goldsmith
He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back
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He tried each art, reproved each dull delay./ Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
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He who seeks for applause only from without has all his happiness in another's keeping
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His conduct still right, with his argument wrong
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Honor sinks where commerce long prevails.
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Hope is such a bait, it covers any hook.
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Hope, like the gleaming taper's light, adorns and cheers our way; and still, as darker grows the night, emits a brighter ray.
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How happy he who crowns in shades like these, / A youth of labour with an age of ease.
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How wide the limits stand / Between a splendid and an happy land.
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I always get the better when I argue alone
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I am told he makes a very handsome corpse, and becomes his coffin prodigiously.
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I can't say whether we had more wit among us now than usual, but I am certain we had more laughing, which answered the end as well.
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I chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, for qualities that would wear well
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I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing
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I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellects too.
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