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Genius is of no country.
Charles Churchill
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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
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Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.
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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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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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Genius is of no country her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.
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Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill.
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What is this world?--A term which men have got, To signify not one in ten knows what A term, which with no more precision passes To point out herds of men than herds of asses In common use no more it means, we find, Than many fools in same opinions joined.
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Satire, whilst envy and ill-humor sway The mind of man, must always make her way Nor to a bosom, with discretion fraught, Is all her malice worth a single thought. The wise have not the will, nor fools the power, To stop her headstrong course within the hour Left to herself, she dies opposing strife Gives her fresh vigor, and prolongs her life.
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Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.
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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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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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Within the brain's most secret cells, A certain lord chief justice dwells, Of sov'reign power, whom one and all, With common voice we reason call.
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Man and wife, Coupled together for the sake of strife.
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Patience is sorrow's salve.
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Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
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Tis mighty easy o'er a glass of wine On vain refinements vainly to refine, To laugh at poverty in plenty's reign, To boast of apathy when out of pain, And in each sentence, worthy of the schools, Varnish'd with sophistry, to deal out rules Most fit for practice, but for one poor fault That into practice they can ne'er be brought.
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And reputation bleeds in ev'ry word.
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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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With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
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Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still.
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With that malignant envy which turns pale, And sickens, even if a friend prevail.
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