Charles Churchill

Ne'er blush'd, unless, in spreading vice's snares,
She blunder'd on some virtue unawares.

Ne'er blush'd, unless, in spreading vice's snares,
She blunder'd on some virtue unawares.

Appearances to save, his only care;
So things seem right, no matter what they are.

Appearances to save, his only care;
So things seem right, no matter what they are.

How much in love with himself, and that too without a rival!

How much in love with himself, and that too without a rival!

With curious art the brain, too finely wrought,
Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.

With curious art the brain, too finely wrought,
Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.

Fool beckons fool, and dunce awakens dunce.

Fool beckons fool, and dunce awakens dunce.