Maxioms by Charles Churchill
Who, to patch up his fame--or fill his purse--
Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse;
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Who, to patch up his fame--or fill his purse--
Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse;
Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known,
Defacing first, then claiming for his own.
All soils are not fertile.
All soils are not fertile.
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.
Like the dreams,
Children of night, of indigestion bred.
Like the dreams,
Children of night, of indigestion bred.
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.
