Quotes by Charles Churchill

Charles Churchill

A servile race Who, in mere want of fault, all merit place; Who blind obedience pay to ancient schools, Bigots to Greece, and slaves to musty rules.

Criticism

Race

School

Childhood, who like an April morn appears, Sunshine and rain, hopes clouded o’er with fears.

Children

Rain

Sunshine

Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our pow’rs, and leaves a blank behind.

Attention

Blank

Mind

Drawn by conceit from reason’s plan How vain is that poor creature man; How pleas’d in ev’ry paltry elf To grate about that thing himself.

Men

Poor

Reason

England, a happy land we know, Where follies naturally grow, Where without culture they arise, And tow’r above the common size.

Culture

Land

Size

Enough of self, that darling luscious theme, O’er which philosophers in raptures dream; Of which with seeming disregard they write Then prizing most when most they seem to slight.

Dream

Self

Writing

Even in a hero’s heart Discretion is the better part.

Discretion

Heart

Hero

Fame is nothing but an empty name.

Fame

Names

Paganism

Fashion–a word which knaves and fools may use, Their knavery and folly to excuse.

Fashion

Knavery

Use

Fool beckons fool, and dunce awakens dunce.

Dunces

Folly

Fool

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Acting

Age

Aids

Air

Alliteration

Attention

Attitude

Best Things

Blank

Blessing

Blow

Boys

Building

Castles

Children

Copies

Country

Couple

Cowardice

Credit

Crime

Criticism

Cry

Culture

Desert

Dirty

Discretion

Disputes

Doctors

Dream

Drink

Dumb

Dunces

Enthusiasm

Envy

Excess

Eye

Fame

Familiar

Farewell

Fashion

Faults

Fear

Feels

Fire

Folly

Fool

Genius

Girl

Giving

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Quotes by Charles Churchill

Charles Churchill

A servile race Who, in mere want of fault, all merit place; Who blind obedience pay to ancient schools, Bigots to Greece, and slaves to musty rules.

Childhood, who like an April morn appears, Sunshine and rain, hopes clouded o’er with fears.

Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our pow’rs, and leaves a blank behind.

Drawn by conceit from reason’s plan How vain is that poor creature man; How pleas’d in ev’ry paltry elf To grate about that thing himself.

England, a happy land we know, Where follies naturally grow, Where without culture they arise, And tow’r above the common size.

Enough of self, that darling luscious theme, O’er which philosophers in raptures dream; Of which with seeming disregard they write Then prizing most when most they seem to slight.

Even in a hero’s heart Discretion is the better part.

Fame is nothing but an empty name.

Fashion–a word which knaves and fools may use, Their knavery and folly to excuse.

Fool beckons fool, and dunce awakens dunce.

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