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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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Still
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Faults
England

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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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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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Wit, who never once Forgave a brother, shall forgive a dunce.
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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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If you mean to profit, learn to praise.
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Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford and reputation bleeds in every word.
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Genius is of no country.
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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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The best things carried to excess are wrong.
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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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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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Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind.
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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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By different methods different men excel, but where is he who can do all things well?
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With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
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Nature listening stood, whilst Shakespeare play'd And wonder'd at the work herself had made.
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With that malignant envy which turns pale, And sickens, even if a friend prevail.
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Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.
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Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill.
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