Childhood, who like an April morn appears, Sunshine and rain, hopes clouded o'er with fears. — Charles Churchill April Copy Share Image
Amongst the sons of men how few are known Who dare be just to merit not their own. — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read. — Charles Churchill Books Copy Share Image
If honor calls, where'er she points the way The sons of honor follow, and obey. — Charles Churchill Honor Copy Share Image
With that malignant envy which turns pale, And sickens, even if a friend prevail. — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
The surest way to health, say what they will, Is never to suppose we shall be ill; Most of the ills which… — Charles Churchill Death Copy Share Image
Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, the matter… — Charles Churchill Brain Copy Share Image
Though folly, robed in purple, shines, Though vice exhausts Peruvian mines, Yet shall they tremble and turn pale When satire wields her… — Charles Churchill Folly Copy Share Image
Within the brain's most secret cells, A certain lord chief justice dwells, Of sov'reign power, whom one and all, With common voice… — Charles Churchill Brain Copy Share Image
England a fortune-telling host, As num'rous as the stars, could boast; Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of Fate… — Charles Churchill Boast Copy Share Image
England, a happy land we know, Where follies naturally grow, Where without culture they arise, And tow'r above the common size. — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
Old Age, a second child, by nature curst With more and greater evils than the first, Weak, sickly, full of pains: in… — Charles Churchill Afraid of death Copy Share Image
Nature, through all her works, in great degree, Borrows a blessing from variety. Music itself her needful aid requires To rouse the… — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
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… — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
Tis mighty easy o'er a glass of wine On vain refinements vainly to refine, To laugh at poverty in plenty's reign, To… — Charles Churchill Apathy Copy Share Image
Gipsies, who every ill can cure, Except the ill of being poor Who charms 'gainst love and agues sell, Who can in… — Charles Churchill Art Copy Share Image
The virtuous to those mansions go Where pleasures unembitter'd flow, Where, leading up a jocund band, Vigor and Youth dance hand in… — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
There's a strange something, which without a brain Fools feel, and which e'en wise men can't explain, Planted in man, to bind… — Charles Churchill Birth Copy Share Image
Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame. — Charles Churchill Fame Copy Share Image
Nature listening stood, whilst Shakespeare play'd And wonder'd at the work herself had made. — Charles Churchill Communication Copy Share Image
Genius is of no country; her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day. — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
By different methods different men excel, but where is he who can do all things well? — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind. — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
Wit, who never once Forgave a brother, shall forgive a dunce. — Charles Churchill Brother Copy Share Image
Keep up appearances; there lies the test. The world will give thee credit for the rest. — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
Who often, but without success, have prayed for apt Alliteration's artful aid. — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
