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If you mean to profit, learn to praise.
Charles Churchill
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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
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Amongst the sons of men how few are known Who dare be just to merit not their own.
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Genius is independent of situation.
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Though folly, robed in purple, shines, Though vice exhausts Peruvian mines, Yet shall they tremble and turn pale When satire wields her mighty flail.
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Nature listening stood, whilst Shakespeare play'd And wonder'd at the work herself had made.
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Genius is of no country her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.
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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.
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Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.
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Fool beckons fool, and dunce awakens dunce.
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The best things carried to excess are wrong.
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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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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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Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.
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Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill.
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The oak, when living, monarch of the wood The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
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He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
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The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown To saints whose lives are better than his own.
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With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
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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.
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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.
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Great use they have, when in the hands Of one like me, who understands, Who understands the time and place, The person, manner, and the grace, Which fools neglect so that we find, If all the requisites are join'd, From whence a perfect joke must spring, A joke's a very serious thing.
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