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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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Sense
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Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.
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Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind.
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