Charles Churchill

Be England what she will,
With all her faults, she is my country still.

Be England what she will,
With all her faults, she is my country still.

He has no other recommendation, save an assumed and crafty
solemnity of demeanour.

He has no other recommendation, save an assumed and crafty
solemnity of demeanour.

But, spite of all the criticising elves,
Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.

But, spite of all the criticising elves,
Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.

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.

His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook,
Nor seeks for sauce where Appetite stands cook.

His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook,
Nor seeks for sauce where Appetite stands cook.