Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
Amongst the sons of men how few are known Who dare be just to merit not their own.
Charles Churchill
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
TAGS & TOPICS
Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
Poet
Writer
City of Westminster
Justice
Known
Men
Amongst
Sons
Merit
Dare
Son
More quotes by Charles Churchill
Patience is sorrow's salve.
Charles Churchill
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.
Charles Churchill
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.
Charles Churchill
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.
Charles Churchill
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.
Charles Churchill
Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still.
Charles Churchill
He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
Charles Churchill
The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown To saints whose lives are better than his own.
Charles Churchill
Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind.
Charles Churchill
Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
Charles Churchill
When fiction rises pleasing to the eye, men will believe, because they love the lie but truth herself, if clouded with a frown, must have some solemn proof to pass her down.
Charles Churchill
With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
Charles Churchill
England a fortune-telling host, As num'rous as the stars, could boast Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of Fate in grounds of tea.
Charles Churchill
The oak, when living, monarch of the wood The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
Charles Churchill
Even in a hero's heart Discretion is the better part.
Charles Churchill
Man and wife, Coupled together for the sake of strife.
Charles Churchill
Though folly, robed in purple, shines, Though vice exhausts Peruvian mines, Yet shall they tremble and turn pale When satire wields her mighty flail.
Charles Churchill
The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride True is the charge, nor by themselves denied. Are they not then in strictest reason clear, Who wisely come to mend their fortunes here?
Charles Churchill
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.
Charles Churchill
Fool beckons fool, and dunce awakens dunce.
Charles Churchill