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The best things carried to excess are wrong.
Charles Churchill
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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
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City of Westminster
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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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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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Fool beckons fool, and dunce awakens dunce.
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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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Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.
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If you mean to profit, learn to praise.
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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 all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.
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With that malignant envy which turns pale, And sickens, even if a friend prevail.
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Genius is independent of situation.
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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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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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Genius is of no country her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.
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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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By different methods different men excel, but where is he who can do all things well?
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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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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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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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Wit, who never once Forgave a brother, shall forgive a dunce.
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