Charles Churchill

The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride;
True is the charge, nor by themselves denied.
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The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride;
True is the charge, nor by themselves denied.
Are they not then in strictest reason clear,
Who wisely come to mend their fortunes here?

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.

View the whole scene, with critic judgment scan,
And then deny him merit if you can.
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View the whole scene, with critic judgment scan,
And then deny him merit if you can.
Where he falls short, 'tis Nature's fault alone
Where he succeeds, the merit's all his own.

Favours out of place I regard as positive injuries.

Favours out of place I regard as positive injuries.

Friends I have made, whom Envy must commend,
But not one foe whom I would wish a friend.

Friends I have made, whom Envy must commend,
But not one foe whom I would wish a friend.