Quote

Wit, who never once Forgave a brother, shall forgive a dunce.

Charles Churchill

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
Poet
Writer
City of Westminster
Never
Dunce
Forgave
Dunces
Wit
Forgive
Forgiving
Brother
Shall

More quotes by Charles Churchill

Image
Genius is of no country.
Charles Churchill
Image
Who to patch up his fame, or fill his purse, Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known, Defacing first, then claiming for his own.
Charles Churchill
Image
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
Image
Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
Charles Churchill
Image
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
Image
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
Image
Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
Charles Churchill
Image
The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown To saints whose lives are better than his own.
Charles Churchill
Image
What is this world?--A term which men have got, To signify not one in ten knows what A term, which with no more precision passes To point out herds of men than herds of asses In common use no more it means, we find, Than many fools in same opinions joined.
Charles Churchill
Image
To copy faults is want of sense.
Charles Churchill
Image
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
Image
Enough of satire in less harden'd times Great was her force, and mighty were her rhymes. I've read of men, beyond man's daring brave, Who yet have trembled at the strokes she gave Whose souls have felt more terrible alarms From her one line, than from a world in arms.
Charles Churchill
Image
Within the brain's most secret cells, A certain lord chief justice dwells, Of sov'reign power, whom one and all, With common voice we reason call.
Charles Churchill
Image
Patience is sorrow's salve.
Charles Churchill
Image
If you mean to profit, learn to praise.
Charles Churchill
Image
The surest way to health, say what they will, Is never to suppose we shall be ill Most of the ills which we poor mortals know From doctors and imagination flow.
Charles Churchill
Image
Nature listening stood, whilst Shakespeare play'd And wonder'd at the work herself had made.
Charles Churchill
Image
Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill.
Charles Churchill
Image
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
Image
Who all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.
Charles Churchill