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What it 't to us, if taxes rise or fall,Thanks to our fortune, we pay none at all.Let muckworms who in dirty acres deal,Lament those hardships which we cannot feel,His grace who smarts, may bellow if he please,But must I bellow too, who sit at ease?By custom safe, the poets' numbers flow,Free as the light and air some years ago.No statesman e'er will find it worth his painsTo tax our labours, and excise our brains.Burthens like these with earthly buildings bear,No tributes laid on castles in the air. By Charles Churchill Bellow Air Fortune Smarts Ease

Old Age, a second child, by nature curstWith more and greater evils than the first,Weak, sickly, full of pains: in ev'ry breathRailing at life, and yet afraid of death. By Charles Churchill Sickly Age Child Firstweak Full

The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown To saints whose lives are better than his own. By Charles Churchill Rigid Mercy Shown Lives Saint

Nature, through all her works, in great degree,Borrows a blessing from variety.Music itself her needful aid requiresTo rouse the soul, and wake our dying fires. By Charles Churchill Nature Works Soul Fires Great

There's a strange something, which without a brainFools feel, and which e'en wise men can't explain,Planted in man, to bind him to that earth,In dearest ties, from whence he drew his birth. By Charles Churchill Feel Man Ties Birth Strange

Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, the matter to digest, to cull fit phrases, and reject the rest. By Charles Churchill Toil Pains Daily Nightly Brains

Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind. By Charles Churchill Blots Constant Mind Powrs Attention

Childhood, who like an April morn appears,Sunshine and rain, hopes clouded o'er with fears. By Charles Churchill Childhood April Rain Hopes Fears

Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow. By Charles Churchill Roll Blow Waves Winds

Tis mighty easy o'er a glass of wineOn 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, to deal out rulesMost fit for practice, but for one poor faultThat into practice they can ne'er be brought. By Charles Churchill Practice Tis Sentence Worthy Sophistry

This a sacred rule we findAmong the nicest of mankind,(Which never might exception brookFrom Hobbes even down to Bolingbroke,)To doubt of facts, however true,Unless they know the causes too. By Charles Churchill Bolingbroke Hobbes Mankind Facts Sacred

England a fortune-telling host, As num'rous as the stars, could boast; Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of Fate in grounds of tea ... By Charles Churchill Matrons Grounds Fate England Host

Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves. By Charles Churchill Feel Make

No two on earth in all things can agree;All have some darling singularity;Women and men, as well as girls and boys,In gewgaws take delight, and sigh for toys,Your sceptres and your crowns, and such like things,Are but a better kind of toys for kings.In things indifferent reason bids us choose,Whether the whim's a monkey or a muse. By Charles Churchill Women Things Agree Singularity Men

Enough of satire; in less harden'd timesGreat was her force, and mighty were her rhymes.I've read of men, beyond man's daring brave,Who yet have trembled at the strokes she gave;Whose souls have felt more terrible alarmsFrom her one line, than from a world in arms. By Charles Churchill Satire Force Read Men Gave

The stage I chosea subject fair and free'Tis yours'tis mine'tis public property.All common exhibitions open lie,For praise or censure, to the common eye.Hence are a thousand hackney writers fed;Hence monthly critics earn their daily bread.This is a general tax which all must pay,From those who scribble, down to those who play. By Charles Churchill Censure Fed Scribble Play Common

Wit, who never once Forgave a brother, shall forgive a dunce. By Charles Churchill Wit Forgave Brother Dunce Forgive

Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends; He hurts me most who lavishly commends. By Charles Churchill Greatly Dreads Friends Commends Foes

When fiction rises pleasing to the eye, men will believe, because they love the lie; but truth herself, if clouded with a frown, must have some solemn proof to pass her down. By Charles Churchill Eye Men Lie Frown Fiction

The virtuous to those mansions goWhere pleasures unembitter'd flow,Where, leading up a jocund band,Vigor and Youth dance hand in hand,Whilst Zephyr, with harmonious gales,Pipes softest music through the vales,And Spring and Flora, gaily crown'd,With velvet carpet spread the ground;With livelier blush where roses bloom,And every shrub expires perfume. By Charles Churchill Gaily Zephyr Flora Youth Spring

Though folly, robed in purple, shines, Though vice exhausts Peruvian mines, Yet shall they tremble and turn pale When satire wields her mighty flail. By Charles Churchill Shines Peruvian Folly Robed Purple

The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride; True is the charge, nor by themselves denied. Are they not then in strictest reason clear, Who wisely come to mend their fortunes here? By Charles Churchill True Scots English Poor Cries

Keep up appearances; there lies the test. The world will give thee credit for the rest. By Charles Churchill Appearances Test Lies Rest World

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. By Charles Churchill Bigots Greece Fault Place Schools

Great use they have, when in the hands Of one like me, who understands, Who understands the time and place,The person, manner, and the grace,Which fools neglect; so that we find,If all the requisites are join'd,From whence a perfect joke must spring,A joke's a very serious thing. By Charles Churchill Manner Understands Joke Great Person

Knaves starve not in the land of fools. By Charles Churchill Knaves Fools Starve Land

Fashiona word which knaves and fools may use, Their knavery and folly to excuse. By Charles Churchill Fashiona Excuse Word Knaves Fools

Truth! why shall every wretch of letters Dare to speak truth against his betters! Let ragged virtue stand aloof, Nor mutter accents of reproof; Let ragged wit a mute become, When wealth and power would have her dumb. By Charles Churchill Truth Dare Ragged Aloof Reproof

Enough of self, that darling luscious theme,O'er which philosophers in raptures dream;Of which with seeming disregard they writeThen prizing most when most they seem to slight. By Charles Churchill Luscious Dream Slight Darling Philosophers

The more haste, ever the worst speed. By Charles Churchill Haste Speed Worst

He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone. By Charles Churchill Bone Sentence Curs Mouths Mouth

Satire, whilst envy and ill-humor swayThe mind of man, must always make her way;Nor to a bosom, with discretion fraught,Is all her malice worth a single thought.The wise have not the will, nor fools the power,To stop her headstrong course; within the hourLeft to herself, she dies; opposing strifeGives her fresh vigor, and prolongs her life. By Charles Churchill Satire Whilst Man Bosom Dies

The villager, born humbly and bred hard,Content his wealth, and poverty his guard,In action simply just, in conscience clear,By guilt untainted, undisturb'd by fear,His means but scanty, and his wants but few,Labor his business, and his pleasure too,Enjoys more comforts in a single hourThan ages give the wretch condemn'd to power. By Charles Churchill Villager Born Wealth Untainted Undisturb

When satire flies abroad on falsehood's wing, Short is her life, and impotent her sting; But when to truth allied, the wound she gives Sinks deep, and to remotest ages lives. By Charles Churchill Short Sinks Wing Life Sting

Genius is of no country; her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day. By Charles Churchill Spreads Genius Country Abroad Day

Within the brain's most secret cells,A certain lord chief justice dwells,Of sov'reign power, whom one and all,With common voice we reason call. By Charles Churchill Power Call Brain Secret Cellsa

The best things carried to excess are wrong. By Charles Churchill Wrong Things Carried Excess

On the four aces doom'd to roll. By Charles Churchill Roll Aces Doom

No tribute is laid on castles in the air. By Charles Churchill Air Tribute Laid Castles

The laws I love; the lawyers I suspect. By Charles Churchill Love Suspect Laws Lawyers

Gipsies, who every ill can cure,Except the ill of being poorWho charms 'gainst love and agues sell,Who can in hen-roost set a spell,Prepar'd by arts, to them best knownTo catch all feet except their own,Who, as to fortune, can unlock it,As easily as pick a pocket. By Charles Churchill Gipsies Ill Charms Gainst Arts

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. By Charles Churchill Reviewers Dispute Sufficient Reason Treason

Who often, but without success, have prayed for apt Alliteration's artful aid. By Charles Churchill Alliteration Success Aid Prayed Apt

Genius is nothing more than inflamed enthusiasm. By Charles Churchill Genius Enthusiasm Inflamed

The danger chiefly lies in acting well; no crime's so great as daring to excel. By Charles Churchill Excel Danger Chiefly Lies Acting

Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame. By Charles Churchill Men Fame Shame Infamous Fond

England, a happy land we know,Where follies naturally grow,Where without culture they arise,And tow'r above the common size. By Charles Churchill England Size Happy Land Knowwhere

It can't be Nature, for it is not sense. By Charles Churchill Nature Sense

The proud will sooner lose than ask their way. By Charles Churchill Proud Sooner Lose

Even in a hero's heartDiscretion is the better part. By Charles Churchill Part Hero Heartdiscretion

Fool beckons fool, and dunce awakens dunce. By Charles Churchill Fool Dunce Beckons Awakens

Who all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse. By Charles Churchill Rehearse Prose Verse Raptures Works

With that malignant envy which turns pale, And sickens, even if a friend prevail. By Charles Churchill Pale Sickens Prevail Malignant Envy

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 passesTo point out herds of men than herds of asses;In common use no more it means, we find,Than many fools in same opinions joined. By Charles Churchill Term Herds Men World Asses

With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought. By Charles Churchill Preys Brain Wrought Thought Curious

Fame is nothing but an empty name. By Charles Churchill Fame Empty

Those who raise envy will easily incur censure. By Charles Churchill Censure Raise Envy Easily Incur

Amongst the sons of men how few are known Who dare be just to merit not their own. By Charles Churchill Sons Men Dare Merit

Genius is independent of situation. By Charles Churchill Genius Situation Independent

Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read. By Charles Churchill Envy Whim Led Read Resentment

Man and wife, Coupled together for the sake of strife. By Charles Churchill Coupled Man Wife Strife Sake

Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own. By Charles Churchill Grown Thoughts Tame Cowardice Familiar

By different methods different men excel, but where is he who can do all things well? By Charles Churchill Excel Methods Men Things

If honor calls, where'er she points the wayThe sons of honor follow, and obey. By Charles Churchill Calls Whereer Follow Obey Honor

To copy faults is want of sense. By Charles Churchill Sense Copy Faults

A joke's a very serious thing. By Charles Churchill Thing Joke

Genius is of no country. By Charles Churchill Genius Country

And reputation bleeds in ev'ry word. By Charles Churchill Word Reputation Bleeds Evry

The oak, when living, monarch of the wood; The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood. By Charles Churchill Oak Dead English Living Monarch

Drawn by conceit from reason's planHow vain is that poor creature man;How pleas'd in ev'ry paltry elfTo grate about that thing himself. By Charles Churchill Drawn Man Conceit Reason Planhow

All hunt for fame, but most mistake the way. By Charles Churchill Fame Hunt Mistake

Be England what she will, with all her faults she is my country still. By Charles Churchill England Faults Country

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 known, Defacing first, then claiming for his own. By Charles Churchill Defacing Fame Purse Plans Worse

Weak is that throne, and in itself unsound,Which takes not solid virtue for its ground. By Charles Churchill Weak Throne Ground Unsoundwhich Solid

Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools. By Charles Churchill Wits Fools Made Drink Nature

Nature listening stood, whilst Shakespeare play'dAnd wonder'd at the work herself had made. By Charles Churchill Shakespeare Nature Stood Whilst Made

Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford; and reputation bleeds in every word. By Charles Churchill Quickcirculating Afford Word Slanders Mirth

Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill. By Charles Churchill Ill

Prudent dullness marked him for a mayor. By Charles Churchill Prudent Mayor Dullness Marked

To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense. By Charles Churchill Copy Fame Sense Beauty Forfeits

Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air. By Charles Churchill Air Waste Sweetness Desert

With various readings stored his empty skull, Learn'd without sense, and venerably dull. By Charles Churchill Learn Skull Sense Dull Readings