England a fortune-telling host, As num'rous as the stars, could boast; Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of Fate… — Charles Churchill Boast Copy Share Image
The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride; True is the charge, nor by themselves denied. Are they not then in strictest… — Charles Churchill Clear Copy Share Image
Nature listening stood, whilst Shakespeare play'd And wonder'd at the work herself had made. — Charles Churchill Communication 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
Truth! why shall every wretch of letters Dare to speak truth against his betters! Let ragged virtue stand aloof, Nor mutter accents… — Charles Churchill Accents 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
The oak, when living, monarch of the wood; The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood. — Charles Churchill Command 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
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 Merit Copy Share Image
This a sacred rule we find Among the nicest of mankind, (Which never might exception brook From Hobbes even down to Bolingbroke,)… — Charles Churchill Brooks 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 Agree 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
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read. — Charles Churchill Books Copy Share Image
With various readings stored his empty skull, Learn'd without sense, and venerably dull. — Charles Churchill Dull Copy Share Image
Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind. — Charles Churchill Active Copy Share Image
Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford; and reputation bleeds in every word. — Charles Churchill Mirth Copy Share Image
