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Even in a hero's heart Discretion is the better part.
Charles Churchill
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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
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City of Westminster
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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.
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Nature, through all her works, in great degree, Borrows a blessing from variety. Music itself her needful aid requires To rouse the soul, and wake our dying fires.
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Who all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.
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With that malignant envy which turns pale, And sickens, even if a friend prevail.
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And reputation bleeds in ev'ry word.
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Tis mighty easy o'er a glass of wine On vain refinements vainly to refine, To laugh at poverty in plenty's reign, To boast of apathy when out of pain, And in each sentence, worthy of the schools, Varnish'd with sophistry, to deal out rules Most fit for practice, but for one poor fault That into practice they can ne'er be brought.
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Wit, who never once Forgave a brother, shall forgive a dunce.
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Nature listening stood, whilst Shakespeare play'd And wonder'd at the work herself had made.
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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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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?
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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.
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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.
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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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Fool beckons fool, and dunce awakens dunce.
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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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Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.
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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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Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
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Man and wife, Coupled together for the sake of strife.
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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.
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