Charles Churchill

Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford; and reputation bleeds in every word.

To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense.

A joke's a very serious thing.

It can't be Nature, for it is not sense.

No tribute is laid on castles in the air.

Patience is sorrow's salve.

With that malignant envy which turns pale And sickens even if a friend prevail.

Prudent dullness marked him for a mayor.

To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame to copy faults is want of sense

Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.

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.

Be England what she will, with all her faults she is my country still.

The danger chiefly lies in acting well; no crime's so great as daring to excel.

Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.

Keep up appearances; there lies the test. The world will give thee credit for the rest.

Genius is independent of situation.

Genius is of no country.

The best things carried to excess are wrong.