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He hurts me most who lavishly commends.

Charles Churchill

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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
Poet
Writer
City of Westminster
Hurt
Commends
Lavishly
Hurts
Praise

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Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford and reputation bleeds in every word.
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With that malignant envy which turns pale, And sickens, even if a friend prevail.
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Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
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Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.
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Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.
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The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride True is the charge, nor by themselves denied. Are they not then in strictest reason clear, Who wisely come to mend their fortunes here?
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No two on earth in all things can agree All have some darling singularity Women and men, as well as girls and boys, In gewgaws take delight, and sigh for toys, Your sceptres and your crowns, and such like things, Are but a better kind of toys for kings. In things indifferent reason bids us choose, Whether the whim's a monkey or a muse.
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With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
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Weak is that throne, and in itself unsound, Which takes not solid virtue for its ground.
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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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Wit, who never once Forgave a brother, shall forgive a dunce.
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Who to patch up his fame, or fill his purse, Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known, Defacing first, then claiming for his own.
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