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Amongst the sons of men how few are known Who dare be just to merit not their own.
Charles Churchill
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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
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City of Westminster
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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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He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
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With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
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