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It can't be Nature, for it is not sense.
Charles Churchill
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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
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City of Westminster
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Nature
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Genius is of no country.
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And reputation bleeds in ev'ry word.
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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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Wit, who never once Forgave a brother, shall forgive a dunce.
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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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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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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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Weak is that throne, and in itself unsound, Which takes not solid virtue for its ground.
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Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
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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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To copy faults is want of sense.
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Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
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Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford and reputation bleeds in every word.
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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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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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Amongst the sons of men how few are known Who dare be just to merit not their own.
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Even in a hero's heart Discretion is the better part.
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With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
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By different methods different men excel, but where is he who can do all things well?
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