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Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still.
Charles Churchill
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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
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City of Westminster
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He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.
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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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Who all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.
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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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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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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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England a fortune-telling host, As num'rous as the stars, could boast Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of Fate in grounds of tea.
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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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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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Genius is independent of situation.
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The surest way to health, say what they will, Is never to suppose we shall be ill Most of the ills which we poor mortals know From doctors and imagination flow.
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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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Genius is of no country her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.
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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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To copy faults is want of sense.
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Patience is sorrow's salve.
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Wit, who never once Forgave a brother, shall forgive a dunce.
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Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
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If you mean to profit, learn to praise.
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The best things carried to excess are wrong.
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