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By different methods different men excel, but where is he who can do all things well?
Charles Churchill
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Charles Churchill
Died: 1764
Died: November 4
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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.
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Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.
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Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind.
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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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The oak, when living, monarch of the wood The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
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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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Man and wife, Coupled together for the sake of strife.
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Enough of satire in less harden'd times Great was her force, and mighty were her rhymes. I've read of men, beyond man's daring brave, Who yet have trembled at the strokes she gave Whose souls have felt more terrible alarms From her one line, than from a world in arms.
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It can't be Nature, for it is not sense.
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He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
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Weak is that throne, and in itself unsound, Which takes not solid virtue for its ground.
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Truth! why shall every wretch of letters Dare to speak truth against his betters! Let ragged virtue stand aloof, Nor mutter accents of reproof Let ragged wit a mute become, When wealth and power would have her dumb.
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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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Fool beckons fool, and dunce awakens dunce.
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And reputation bleeds in ev'ry word.
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When fiction rises pleasing to the eye, men will believe, because they love the lie but truth herself, if clouded with a frown, must have some solemn proof to pass her down.
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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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Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.
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Within the brain's most secret cells, A certain lord chief justice dwells, Of sov'reign power, whom one and all, With common voice we reason call.
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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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