Charles Churchill Quotes - Page 3
With that malignant envy which turns pale, And sickens, even if a friend prevail.
Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still.
Genius is of no country; her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.
Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends; He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.
With various readings stored his empty skull, Learn'd without sense, and venerably dull.
The danger chiefly lies in acting well; no crime's so great as daring to excel.
Who all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.
Amongst the sons of men how few are known Who dare be just to merit not their own.