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To copy faults is want of sense.
Charles Churchill
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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
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Fool beckons fool, and dunce awakens dunce.
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Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind.
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Man and wife, Coupled together for the sake of strife.
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Nature listening stood, whilst Shakespeare play'd And wonder'd at the work herself had made.
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The best things carried to excess are wrong.
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He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.
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He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
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The oak, when living, monarch of the wood The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
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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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Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
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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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It can't be Nature, for it is not sense.
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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 of no country her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.
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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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Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill.
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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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The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown To saints whose lives are better than his own.
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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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