Weak is that throne, and in itself unsound, Which takes not solid virtue for its ground. — Charles Churchill Throne Copy Share Image
With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought. — Charles Churchill Art Copy Share Image
Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends; He hurts me most who lavishly commends. — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
Most of those evils we poor mortals know From doctors and imagination flow. — Charles Churchill Death Copy Share Image
Fashion--a word which knaves and fools may use, Their knavery and folly to excuse. — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense — Charles Churchill Beauty Copy Share Image
Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford; and reputation bleeds in every word. — Charles Churchill Mirth Copy Share Image
A servile race Who, in mere want of fault, all merit place; Who blind obedience pay to ancient schools, Bigots to Greece,… — Charles Churchill Ancient Copy Share Image
Who shall dispute what the Reviewers say? Their word's sufficient; and to ask a reason, In such a state as theirs, is… — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still. — Charles Churchill Country Copy Share Image
