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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.
Charles Churchill
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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
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City of Westminster
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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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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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Amongst the sons of men how few are known Who dare be just to merit not their own.
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Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford and reputation bleeds in every word.
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The oak, when living, monarch of the wood The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
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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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It can't be Nature, for it is not 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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Genius is independent of situation.
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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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Man and wife, Coupled together for the sake of strife.
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Weak is that throne, and in itself unsound, Which takes not solid virtue for its ground.
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Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still.
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