Charles Churchill (satirist)

“No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains To tax our labours and excise our brains.”

“When foes insult, and prudent friends dispense,In pity's strains, the worst of insolence,Oft with thee, Lloyd, I steal an hour from grief,And in thy social converse find relief.”

“Where he falls short, 'tis Nature's fault alone;Where he succeeds, the merit's all his own.”

“The two extremes appear like man and wife,Coupled together for the sake of strife.”

“Not without Art, but yet to Nature true,She charms the town with humour just, yet new.”

“So much they talked, so very little said.”

“Fashion—a word which knaves and fools may use,Their knavery and folly to excuse.To copy beauties, forfeits all pretenceTo fame—to copy faults, is want of sense.”

“Genius is of no country; her pure raySpreads all abroad, as general as the day.”

“He sickened at all triumphs but his own.”