Charles Churchill ( 10 of 47 )
Apt Alliteration's artful aid.
Apt Alliteration's artful aid.
The more haste, ever the worst speed.
The more haste, ever the worst speed.
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.
And reputation bleeds in ev'ry word.
And reputation bleeds in ev'ry word.
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.
Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
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.
His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook,
Nor seeks for sauce where Appetite stands cook.
His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook,
Nor seeks for sauce where Appetite stands cook.
Not without art, but yet to Nature true.
Not without art, but yet to Nature true.
Who all in raptures their own works rehearse,
And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.
Who all in raptures their own works rehearse,
And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.
