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.

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.

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.

To vanish nonsense with the charms of sound.

To vanish nonsense with the charms of sound.

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.