Maxioms by Charles Churchill
All soils are not fertile.
All soils are not fertile.
Appearances to save, his only care;
So things seem right, no matter what they are.
Appearances to save, his only care;
So things seem right, no matter what they are.
Who, to patch up his fame--or fill his purse--
Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse;
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Who, to patch up his fame--or fill his purse--
Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse;
Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known,
Defacing first, then claiming for his own.
With that malignant envy which turns pale,
And sickens, even if a friend prevail.
With that malignant envy which turns pale,
And sickens, even if a friend prevail.
