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Old Age, a second child, by nature curst With more and greater evils than the first, Weak, sickly, full of pains: in ev'ry breath Railing at life, and yet afraid of death.
Charles Churchill
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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
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City of Westminster
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Wit, who never once Forgave a brother, shall forgive a dunce.
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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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Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind.
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