Maxioms by Charles Churchill
All soils are not fertile.
All soils are not fertile.
Be England what she will,
With all her faults, she is my country still.
Be England what she will,
With all her faults, she is my country still.
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.
Oh! how many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.
Oh! how many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.
How do our philosophers act? Do they not inscribe their
signatures to the very essays they write on the read more
How do our philosophers act? Do they not inscribe their
signatures to the very essays they write on the propriety of
despising glory.
