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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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Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
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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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The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown To saints whose lives are better than his own.
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Truth! why shall every wretch of letters Dare to speak truth against his betters! Let ragged virtue stand aloof, Nor mutter accents of reproof Let ragged wit a mute become, When wealth and power would have her dumb.
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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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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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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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Genius is independent of situation.
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The oak, when living, monarch of the wood The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
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With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
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Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.
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Patience is sorrow's salve.
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Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford and reputation bleeds in every word.
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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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Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.
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Enough of satire in less harden'd times Great was her force, and mighty were her rhymes. I've read of men, beyond man's daring brave, Who yet have trembled at the strokes she gave Whose souls have felt more terrible alarms From her one line, than from a world in arms.
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Though folly, robed in purple, shines, Though vice exhausts Peruvian mines, Yet shall they tremble and turn pale When satire wields her mighty flail.
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