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Weak is that throne, and in itself unsound, Which takes not solid virtue for its ground.
Charles Churchill
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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
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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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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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Amongst the sons of men how few are known Who dare be just to merit not their own.
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Man and wife, Coupled together for the sake of strife.
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With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
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The oak, when living, monarch of the wood The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
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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, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.
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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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It can't be Nature, for it is not sense.
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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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Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford and reputation bleeds in every word.
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