Friday, November 29, 2019

 

Our Own Felicity

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774), The Traveller, lines 427-434:
In every government, though terrors reign,
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.
Related post: Political Systems.



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