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Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.

Charles Churchill

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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
Poet
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City of Westminster
Made
Wits
Fools
Wit
Fool
Drink
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Nature

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Wit, who never once Forgave a brother, shall forgive a dunce.
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With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
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Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind.
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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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Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.
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Satire, whilst envy and ill-humor sway The mind of man, must always make her way Nor to a bosom, with discretion fraught, Is all her malice worth a single thought. The wise have not the will, nor fools the power, To stop her headstrong course within the hour Left to herself, she dies opposing strife Gives her fresh vigor, and prolongs her life.
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Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still.
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By different methods different men excel, but where is he who can do all things well?
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Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.
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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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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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Nature listening stood, whilst Shakespeare play'd And wonder'd at the work herself had made.
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Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford and reputation bleeds in every word.
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