Maxioms by Charles Churchill
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.
Falsehoods border on truths.
Falsehoods border on truths.
Favours out of place I regard as positive injuries.
Favours out of place I regard as positive injuries.
Who all in raptures their own works rehearse,
And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.
Who all in raptures their own works rehearse,
And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.
To vanish nonsense with the charms of sound.
To vanish nonsense with the charms of sound.
