Maxioms by Charles Churchill
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.
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.
The oak, when living, monarch of the wood;
The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
The oak, when living, monarch of the wood;
The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
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.
All soils are not fertile.
All soils are not fertile.
