A servile race Who, in mere want of fault, all merit place; Who blind obedience pay to ancient schools, Bigots to Greece, and slaves to musty rules. — 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 boast of apathy when out of pain, And in each sentence, worthy of the schools, Varnish'd with sophistry,… — 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
