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 Copy Share Image
Nature listening stood, whilst Shakespeare play'd And wonder'd at the work herself had made. — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
View the whole scene, with critic judgment scan, And then deny him merit if you can. Where he falls short, 'tis Nature's… — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
No two on earth in all things can agree; All have some darling singularity; Women and men, as well as girls and… — Charles Churchill 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
In the first seat, in robe of various dyes, A noble wildness flashing from his eyes, Sat Shakespeare: in one hand a… — 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 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
