Charles Churchill ( 10 of 47 )
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.
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.
Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, read more
Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, the matter to digest, to cull fit phrases, and reject the rest.
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?
Apt Alliteration's artful aid.
Apt Alliteration's artful aid.
And reputation bleeds in ev'ry word.
And reputation bleeds in ev'ry word.
As by the way of innuendo
Lucus is made a non lucendo.
As by the way of innuendo
Lucus is made a non lucendo.
Be England what she will,
With all her faults, she is my country still.
Be England what she will,
With all her faults, she is my country still.
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.
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.
