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Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill.
Charles Churchill
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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
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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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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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Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.
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Weak is that throne, and in itself unsound, Which takes not solid virtue for its ground.
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