Quotes from Charles Churchill

Amongst the sons of men how few are known Who dare be just to merit not their own.

Genius is of no country.

England a fortune-telling host, As num'rous as the stars, could boast; Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of Fate in grounds of tea....

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

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

Patience is sorrow's salve.

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

Genius is of no country.

The best things carried to excess are wrong.

genius is independent of situation

Nature listening stood, whilst Shakespeare play'd And wonder'd at the work herself had made.

With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.

Those who would make us feel must feel themselves.

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