Maxioms by Charles Churchill
The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown
To saints whose lives are better than his own.
The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown
To saints whose lives are better than his own.
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.
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 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.
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.
