The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown To saints whose lives are better than his own. Charles Churchill More Quotes by Charles Churchill More Quotes From Charles Churchill Genius is of no country. Charles Churchill genius country Nature listening stood, whilst Shakespeare play'd Charles Churchill listening wonder play A joke's a very serious thing. Charles Churchill serious-things serious humor Weak is that throne, and in itself unsound, Charles Churchill thrones virtue weak The surest way to health, say what they will, Is never to suppose we shall be ill; Most of the ills which we poor mortals know From doctors and imagination flow. Charles Churchill doctors health science Keep up appearances; there lies the test. The world will give thee credit for the rest. Charles Churchill credit giving lying What is this world?--A term which men have got, Charles Churchill use men mean In the first seat, in robe of various dyes, Charles Churchill eye views hands The proud will sooner lose than ask their way. Charles Churchill proud pride way Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford; and reputation bleeds in every word. Charles Churchill mirth slander reputation Childhood, who like an April morn appears, Charles Churchill sunshine rain children On the four aces doom'd to roll. Charles Churchill doom aces four 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. Charles Churchill gypsy purses firsts Fame is nothing but an empty name. Charles Churchill paganism names fame Those who would make us feel must feel themselves. Charles Churchill feels attitude The villager, born humbly and bred hard, Charles Churchill guilt giving mean And reputation bleeds in ev'ry word. Charles Churchill reputation England a fortune-telling host, As num'rous as the stars, could boast; Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of Fate in grounds of tea. Charles Churchill fate stars tea Gipsies, who every ill can cure, Charles Churchill hens feet art There's a strange something, which without a brain Charles Churchill wise home men
