Oliver Goldsmith Quotes

If you were to make little fishes talk, they would talk like whales.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774), Anglo-Irish author, poet, playwright. Quoted in James Boswell, Life of Dr. Johnson, entry, April 27, 1773 (1791). Remark to Johnson.
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If you were to make little fishes talk, they would talk like whales.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774), Anglo-Irish author, poet, playwright. Entry, April 27, 1773, to Johnson. Quoted in James Boswell, Life of Samuel Johnson (1791).
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He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774), Anglo-Irish author, poet, playwright. Retaliation.
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To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering, When they judged without skill he was still hard of hearing: When they talked of their Raphaels, Corregios and stuff, He shifted his trumpet, and only took snuff.
Oliver Goldsmith (1730?-1774), Irish playwright, novelist, poet. Retaliation (l. 51-56). . . New Oxford Book of Eighteenth Century Verse, The. Roger Lonsdale, ed. (1984) Oxford University Press.
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Let school-masters puzzle their brain. With grammar, and nonsense, and learning; Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives genius a better discerning.
Oliver Goldsmith (1730?-1774), Irish playwright, novelist, poet. She Stoops to Conquer (l. 1-4). . . New Oxford Book of Irish Verse, The. Thomas Kinsella, ed. and tr. (1986) Oxford University Press.
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When Methodist preachers come down A-preaching that drinking is sinful, I'll wager the rascals a crown They always preach best with a skinful.
Oliver Goldsmith (1730?-1774), Irish playwright, novelist, poet. She Stoops to Conquer (l. 10-14). . . New Oxford Book of Irish Verse, The. Thomas Kinsella, ed. and tr. (1986) Oxford University Press.
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There are some faults so nearly allied to excellence that we can scarce weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774), Anglo-Irish author. Sir William Honeywood, in The Good Natur'd Man, act 1.
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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 (1728-1774), Anglo-Irish author, poet, playwright. Song sung by Olivia, in The Vicar of Wakefield, ch. 24 (written 1761-1762, published 1766).
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A man who leaves home to mend himself and others is a philosopher; but he who goes from country to country, guided by the blind impulse of curiosity, is a vagabond.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774), Anglo-Irish author, poet, playwright. The Citizen of the World, letter 7 (1762).
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I have known a German Prince with more titles than subjects, and a Spanish nobleman with more names than shirts.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774), Anglo-Irish playwright, author. The Citizen of the World, letter 120 (1762).
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