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Drawn by conceit from reason's plan How vain is that poor creature man How pleas'd in ev'ry paltry elf To grate about that thing himself.
Charles Churchill
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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
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City of Westminster
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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.
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Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.
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Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
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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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Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.
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