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He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
Charles Churchill
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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
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City of Westminster
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Lavishly
Hurts
Praise
Hurt
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Enough of self, that darling luscious theme, O'er which philosophers in raptures dream Of which with seeming disregard they write Then prizing most when most they seem to slight.
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Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.
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Amongst the sons of men how few are known Who dare be just to merit not their own.
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Even in a hero's heart Discretion is the better part.
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Patience is sorrow's salve.
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Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind.
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Enough of satire in less harden'd times Great was her force, and mighty were her rhymes. I've read of men, beyond man's daring brave, Who yet have trembled at the strokes she gave Whose souls have felt more terrible alarms From her one line, than from a world in arms.
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The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown To saints whose lives are better than his own.
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Gipsies, who every ill can cure, Except the ill of being poor Who charms 'gainst love and agues sell, Who can in hen-roost set a spell, Prepar'd by arts, to them best known To catch all feet except their own, Who, as to fortune, can unlock it, As easily as pick a pocket.
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When fiction rises pleasing to the eye, men will believe, because they love the lie but truth herself, if clouded with a frown, must have some solemn proof to pass her down.
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Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still.
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The surest way to health, say what they will, Is never to suppose we shall be ill Most of the ills which we poor mortals know From doctors and imagination flow.
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If you mean to profit, learn to praise.
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The oak, when living, monarch of the wood The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
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Genius is of no country her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.
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Drawn by conceit from reason's plan How vain is that poor creature man How pleas'd in ev'ry paltry elf To grate about that thing himself.
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Genius is independent of situation.
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Nature, through all her works, in great degree, Borrows a blessing from variety. Music itself her needful aid requires To rouse the soul, and wake our dying fires.
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