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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Oliver Goldsmith. (1730?–1774) (continued)
    The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose. 1
          The Deserted Village. Line 232.
    To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
          The Deserted Village. Line 253.
    And e’en while fashion’s brightest arts decoy,
The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.
          The Deserted Village. Line 263.
    Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
          The Deserted Village. Line 329.
    Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go,
Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
          The Deserted Village. Line 344.
    In all the silent manliness of grief.
          The Deserted Village. Line 384.
    O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven’s decree!
          The Deserted Village. Line 385.
    Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found’st me poor at first, and keep’st me so.
          The Deserted Village. Line 413.
    Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt;
It ’s like sending them ruffles when wanting a shirt. 2
          The Haunch of Venison.
    As aromatic plants bestow
No spicy fragrance while they grow;
But crush’d or trodden to the ground,
Diffuse their balmy sweets around. 3
          The Captivity. Act i.
    To the last moment of his breath,
  On hope the wretch relies;
And even the pang preceding death
  Bids expectation rise. 4
          The Captivity. Act ii.
Note 1.
The twelve good rules were ascribed to King Charles I.: 1. Urge no healths. 2. Profane no divine ordinances. 3. Touch no state matters. 4. Reveal no secrets. 5. Pick no quarrels. 6. Make no comparisons. 7. Maintain no ill opinions. 8. Keep no bad company. 9. Encourage no vice. 10. Make no long meals. 11. Repent no grievances. 12. Lay no wagers. [back]
Note 2.
See Tom Brown, Quotation 2. [back]
Note 3.
See Bacon, Quotation 10. [back]
Note 4.
The wretch condemn’d with life to part
Still, still on hope relies;
And every pang that rends the heart
Bids expectation rise.
Original MS. [back]