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. — Charles Churchill 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
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… — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
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… — Charles Churchill 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 hen-roost set… — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
The stage I chose--a subject fair and free-- 'Tis yours--'tis mine--'tis public property. All common exhibitions open lie, For praise or censure, to the… — Charles Churchill 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 downright treason. — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown To saints whose lives are better than his own. — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense — Charles Churchill 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 to digest,… — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
Fashion--a word which knaves and fools may use, Their knavery and folly to excuse. — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
The danger chiefly lies in acting well; no crime's so great as daring to excel. — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
