Maxioms by Charles Churchill
Not without art, but yet to Nature true.
Not without art, but yet to Nature true.
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.
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.
Everyone has his besetting sin.
Everyone has his besetting sin.
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.