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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.

Charles Churchill

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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
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City of Westminster
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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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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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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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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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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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Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.
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Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.
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He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.
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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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Fool beckons fool, and dunce awakens dunce.
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Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill.
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Genius is of no country her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.
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With that malignant envy which turns pale, And sickens, even if a friend prevail.
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Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford and reputation bleeds in every word.
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No two on earth in all things can agree All have some darling singularity Women and men, as well as girls and boys, In gewgaws take delight, and sigh for toys, Your sceptres and your crowns, and such like things, Are but a better kind of toys for kings. In things indifferent reason bids us choose, Whether the whim's a monkey or a muse.
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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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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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Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
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