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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?
Charles Churchill
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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
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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 oak, when living, monarch of the wood The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
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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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