Wit, who never once Forgave a brother, shall forgive a dunce. — Charles Churchill Brother Copy Share Image
Weak is that throne, and in itself unsound, Which takes not solid virtue for its ground. — Charles Churchill Thrones Copy Share Image
Most of those evils we poor mortals know From doctors and imagination flow. — Charles Churchill Death Copy Share Image
Genius is of no country; her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day. — Charles Churchill Country Copy Share Image
Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still. — Charles Churchill Country 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
Drawn by conceit from reason's plan How vain is that poor creature man; How pleas'd in ev'ry paltry elf To grate about… — Charles Churchill Conceit Copy Share Image
Amongst the sons of men how few are known Who dare be just to merit not their own. — Charles Churchill Dare Copy Share Image
Childhood, who like an April morn appears, Sunshine and rain, hopes clouded o'er with fears. — Charles Churchill April Copy Share Image
