Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, that found me poor at first, and keep me so. – Oliver Goldsmith
When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can wash her guilt away? – Oliver Goldsmith
As writers become more numerous, it is natural for readers to become more indolent whence must necessarily arise a desire of attaining knowledge with the greatest possible ease. – Oliver Goldsmith
He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, for he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back. – Oliver Goldsmith