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Nature listening stood, whilst Shakespeare play'd And wonder'd at the work herself had made.

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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
Poet
Writer
City of Westminster
Work
Made
Whilst
Shakespeare
Stood
Listening
Wonder
Nature
Play

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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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Fool beckons fool, and dunce awakens dunce.
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Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.
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Genius is of no country her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.
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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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With that malignant envy which turns pale, And sickens, even if a friend prevail.
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Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still.
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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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Patience is sorrow's salve.
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Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
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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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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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By different methods different men excel, but where is he who can do all things well?
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He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
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Wit, who never once Forgave a brother, shall forgive a dunce.
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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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