So on he fares, and to the border comes, Of Eden, where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green, As with a rural mound, the champain head Of a steep wilderness.
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Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey Where wealth accumulates and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Oliver GoldsmithThus fares the land, by luxury betrayed.
Oliver GoldsmithThe godly seed fares well: the wicked's is accurst.
theocritusAs we pledge the health of our general, who fares as rough as we, What can daunt us, what can turn us, led to death by such as he?
Charles KingsleyThe godly seed fares well: the wicked's is accurst.
Beneath this stone old Abraham lies; Nobody laughs and nobody cries. Where he is gone, and how he fares, Nobody knows and nobody cares.
Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay; Princes and Lords may flourish, or may fade A breath can make them, as a breath has made But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd can never be supplied.
Oliver Goldsmith