Charles Churchill ( 10 of 47 )
Be England what she will,
With all her faults, she is my country still.
Be England what she will,
With all her faults, she is my country still.
He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.
He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.
Ne'er blush'd, unless, in spreading vice's snares,
She blunder'd on some virtue unawares.
Ne'er blush'd, unless, in spreading vice's snares,
She blunder'd on some virtue unawares.
The more haste, ever the worst speed.
The more haste, ever the worst speed.
Why should we fear; and what? The laws?
They all are armed in virtue's cause;
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Why should we fear; and what? The laws?
They all are armed in virtue's cause;
And aiming at the self-same end,
Satire is always virtue's friend.
Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
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.
Not without art, but yet to Nature true.
Not without art, but yet to Nature true.
His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook,
Nor seeks for sauce where Appetite stands cook.
His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook,
Nor seeks for sauce where Appetite stands cook.
Who all in raptures their own works rehearse,
And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.
Who all in raptures their own works rehearse,
And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.
