Charles Churchill

Constant attention wears the active mind,
Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind.

Constant attention wears the active mind,
Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind.

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.

Amongst the sons of men how few are known
Who dare be just to merit not their own.

Amongst the sons of men how few are known
Who dare be just to merit not their own.

Matrons, who toss the cup, and see
The grounds of fate in grounds of tea.

Matrons, who toss the cup, and see
The grounds of fate in grounds of tea.

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.