Oliver Goldsmith Quote

The dancing pair that simply sought renown,
By holding out to tire each other down;
The swain mistrustless of his smutted face,While secret laughter titter'd round the place;
The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love,
The matrons glance that would those looks reprove:
These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these,
With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please;
These were thy bowers their cheerful influence shed,
These were thy charms -- but all these charms are fled.