Oliver Goldsmith: His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland; Still born to improve us

His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand; His manners were gentle, complyi — Oliver Goldsmith

His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart.

Oliver Goldsmith

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