Charles Churchill

Amongst the sons of men how few are known
Who dare be just to merit not their own.

Amongst the sons of men how few are known
Who dare be just to merit not their own.

Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends,
He hurts me most who lavishly commends.

Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends,
He hurts me most who lavishly commends.

View the whole scene, with critic judgment scan,
And then deny him merit if you can.
Where read more

View the whole scene, with critic judgment scan,
And then deny him merit if you can.
Where he falls short, 'tis Nature's fault alone
Where he succeeds, the merit's all his own.

Matrons, who toss the cup, and see
The grounds of fate in grounds of tea.

Matrons, who toss the cup, and see
The grounds of fate in grounds of tea.

A servile race
Who, in mere want of fault, all merit place;
Who blind obedience pay to read more

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.