Friday, November 29, 2019
Our Own Felicity
Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774), The Traveller, lines 427-434:
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In every government, though terrors reign,Related post: Political Systems.
Though tyrant kings, or tyrant laws restrain,
How small, of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure. 430
Still to ourselves in every place consign'd,
Our own felicity we make or find:
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
