Charles Churchill

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

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

Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends,
He hurts me most who lavishly commends.

Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends,
He hurts me most who lavishly commends.

Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.

Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.

View the whole scene, with critic judgment scan,
And then deny him merit if you can.
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View the whole scene, with critic judgment scan,
And then deny him merit if you can.
Where he falls short, 'tis Nature's fault alone
Where he succeeds, the merit's all his own.

Appearances to save, his only care;
So things seem right, no matter what they are.

Appearances to save, his only care;
So things seem right, no matter what they are.