Charles Churchill
Charles Churchill
pain smart dirty
What it 't to us, if taxes rise or fall, Thanks to our fortune, we pay none at all. Let muckworms who in dirty acres deal, Lament those hardships which we cannot feel, His grace who smarts, may bellow if he please, But must I bellow too, who sit at ease? By custom safe, the poets' numbers flow, Free as the light and air some years ago. No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains To tax our labours, and excise our brains. Burthens like these with earthly buildings bear, No tributes laid on castles in the air.
empty loud
So loud each tongue, so empty was each head, / So much they talked, so very little said.
humor serious serious-things
A joke's a very serious thing.
fashion use may
Fashion--a word which knaves and fools may use, Their knavery and folly to excuse.
fool dunces folly
Fool beckons fool, and dunce awakens dunce.
haste speed worst
The more haste, ever the worst speed.
son men justice
Amongst the sons of men how few are known Who dare be just to merit not their own.
land knaves fool
Knaves starve not in the land of fools.
mind attention blank
Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind.
woods flood command
The oak, when living, monarch of the wood; The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
poet rapture prose
Who all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.
religion saint mercy
The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown To saints whose lives are better than his own.
reputation
And reputation bleeds in ev'ry word.
purple shining vices
Though folly, robed in purple, shines, Though vice exhausts Peruvian mines, Yet shall they tremble and turn pale When satire wields her mighty flail.