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Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends 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
Greatly
Hurts
Dread
Friendship
Commends
Hurt
Lavishly
Friends
Dreads
Foes
Foe

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