Maxioms by Charles Churchill
Like the dreams,
Children of night, of indigestion bred.
Like the dreams,
Children of night, of indigestion bred.
The oak, when living, monarch of the wood;
The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
The oak, when living, monarch of the wood;
The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
Why should we fear; and what? The laws?
They all are armed in virtue's cause;
And aiming read more
Why should we fear; and what? The laws?
They all are armed in virtue's cause;
And aiming at the self-same end,
Satire is always virtue's friend.
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.
His voice no touch of harmony admits,
Irregularly deep, and shrill by fits.
The two extremes appear read more
His voice no touch of harmony admits,
Irregularly deep, and shrill by fits.
The two extremes appear like man and wife
Coupled together for the sake of strife.
