Charles Churchill

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.

As by the way of innuendo
Lucus is made a non lucendo.

As by the way of innuendo
Lucus is made a non lucendo.

No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains
To tax our labours and excise our brains.

No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains
To tax our labours and excise our brains.

The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown
To saints whose lives are better than his own.

The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown
To saints whose lives are better than his own.

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.