To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense — Charles Churchill Beauty Copy Share Image
Fashion--a word which knaves and fools may use, Their knavery and folly to excuse. — Charles Churchill Excuse Copy Share Image
Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still. — Charles Churchill Country Copy Share Image
Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford; and reputation bleeds in every word. — Charles Churchill Mirth 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
Most of those evils we poor mortals know From doctors and imagination flow. — Charles Churchill Death Copy Share Image
Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends; He hurts me most who lavishly commends. — Charles Churchill Dread 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 Asks 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 Aids 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
England, a happy land we know, Where follies naturally grow, Where without culture they arise, And tow'r above the common size. — Charles Churchill Arise 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
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
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 Band 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
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 Alarms Copy Share Image
Satire, whilst envy and ill-humor sway The mind of man, must always make her way; Nor to a bosom, with discretion fraught,… — Charles Churchill Bosoms 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 stage I chose--a subject fair and free-- 'Tis yours--'tis mine--'tis public property. All common exhibitions open lie, For praise or censure,… — Charles Churchill Bread Copy Share Image
The villager, born humbly and bred hard, Content his wealth, and poverty his guard, In action simply just, in conscience clear, By… — Charles Churchill Action Copy Share Image
What it 't to us, if taxes rise or fall, Thanks to our fortune, we pay none at all. Let muckworms who… — Charles Churchill Acres 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 Bores Copy Share Image
