More from Charles Churchill

  1. No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains To tax our labours and excise our brains.
  2. There webs were spread of more than common size, And half-starved spiders prey'd on half-starved flies.
  3. Who to patch up his fame, or fill his purse, Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse; Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be know…
  4. With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
  5. But, spite of all the criticising elves, Those who would make us feel-must feel themselves.
  6. Amongst the sons of men how few are known Who dare be just to merit not their own?
  7. He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.
  8. Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.

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