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Who all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.

Charles Churchill

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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
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City of Westminster
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By different methods different men excel, but where is he who can do all things well?
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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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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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Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind.
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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?
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Wit, who never once Forgave a brother, shall forgive a dunce.
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Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.
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Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.
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