Charles Churchill

Ne'er blush'd, unless, in spreading vice's snares,
She blunder'd on some virtue unawares.

Ne'er blush'd, unless, in spreading vice's snares,
She blunder'd on some virtue unawares.

With various readings stored his empty skull,
Learn'd without sense, and venerably dull.

With various readings stored his empty skull,
Learn'd without sense, and venerably dull.

But, spite of all the criticising elves,
Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.

But, spite of all the criticising elves,
Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.

Why should we fear; and what? The laws?
They all are armed in virtue's cause;
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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.

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.