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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
Commends
Lavishly
Hurts
Praise
Hurt

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Though folly, robed in purple, shines, Though vice exhausts Peruvian mines, Yet shall they tremble and turn pale When satire wields her mighty flail.
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He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.
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Great use they have, when in the hands Of one like me, who understands, Who understands the time and place, The person, manner, and the grace, Which fools neglect so that we find, If all the requisites are join'd, From whence a perfect joke must spring, A joke's a very serious thing.
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The oak, when living, monarch of the wood The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
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To copy faults is want of sense.
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Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their 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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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 best things carried to excess are wrong.
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Old Age, a second child, by nature curst With more and greater evils than the first, Weak, sickly, full of pains: in ev'ry breath Railing at life, and yet afraid of death.
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And reputation bleeds in ev'ry word.
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It can't be Nature, for it is not sense.
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Even in a hero's heart Discretion is the better part.
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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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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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Nature listening stood, whilst Shakespeare play'd And wonder'd at the work herself had made.
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Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still.
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Who all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.
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With that malignant envy which turns pale, And sickens, even if a friend prevail.
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