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O friendship! thou fond soother of the human breast, to thee we fly in every calamity to thee the wretched seek for succor on thee the care-tired son of misery fondly relies from thy kind assistance the unfortunate always hopes relief, and may be sure of--disappointment.

Oliver Goldsmith

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Oliver Goldsmith
Age: 43 †
Born: 1730
Born: November 10
Died: 1774
Died: April 4
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Oliverus Goldsmith
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Author of the Vicar of Wakefield
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