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The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Oliver Goldsmith
Age: 43 †
Born: 1730
Born: November 10
Died: 1774
Died: April 4
Dramaturge
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Literary Critic
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Physician Writer
Playwright
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Elphin
County Roscommon
Oliver Goldsmit
Doctor Goldsmith
Oliverio Goldsmith
Oliverus Goldsmith
Olver Goldsmith
Olivier Goldsmith
Dottor Golssmith
Tom Telescope
Solomon Winlove
James Willington
Author of the Vicar of Wakefield
Dr Goldsmith
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For the first time, the best may err, art may persuade, and novelty spread out its charms. The first fault is the child of simplicity but every other the offspring of guilt.
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The premises being thus settled, I proceed to observe that the concatenation of self-existence, proceeding in a reciprocal duplicate ratio, naturally produces a problematical dialogism, which in some measure proves that the essence of spirituality may be referred to the second predicable.
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All the bloomy flush of life is fled.
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There is a greatness in being generous, and there is only simple justice in satisfying creditors. Generosity is the part of the soul raised above the vulgar.
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The youth who follows his appetites too soon seizes the cup, before it has received its best ingredients, and by anticipating his pleasures, robs the remaining parts of life of their share, so that his eagerness only produces manhood of imbecility and an age of pain.
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If one wishes to become rich they must appear rich.
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Ridicule has always been the enemy of enthusiasm, and the only worthy opponent to ridicule is success.
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A mind too vigorous and active, serves only to consume the body to which it is joined.
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Paltry affectation, strained allusions, and disgusting finery are easily attained by those who choose to wear them they are but too frequently the badges of ignorance or of stupidity, whenever it would endeavor to please.
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Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff a dunce, he mistook it for fame Till his relish grown callous, almost to displease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.
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On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting, 'Twas only when he was off, he was acting.
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There is yet a silent agony in which the mind appears to disdain all external help, and broods over its distresses with gloomy reserve. This is the most dangerous state of mind accidents or friendships may lessen the louder kinds of grief, but all remedies for this must be had from within, and there despair too often finds the most deadly enemy.
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Popular glory is a perfect coquette her lovers must toil, feel every inquietude, indulge every caprice, and perhaps at last be jilted into the bargain. True glory, on the other hand, resembles a woman of sense her admirers must play no tricks. They feel no great anxiety, for they are sure in the end of being rewarded in proportion to their merit.
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Our chief comforts often produce our greatest anxieties, and the increase in our possessions is but an inlet to new disquietudes.
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Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.
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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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The more various our artificial necessities, the wider is our circle of pleasure for all pleasure consists in obviating necessities as they rise luxury, therefore, as it increases our wants, increases our capacity for happiness
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A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
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As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,- Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
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And the weak soul, within itself unbless'd, Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
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