Top 15 Charles Churchill Quotes

It can't be Nature, for it is not sense.

'Tis mighty easy o'er a glass of wine
On vain refinements vainly to refine,
To laugh at poverty in plenty's reign,
To boast of apathy when out of pain,
And in each sentence, worthy of the schools,
Varnish'd with sophistry, to deal out rules
Most fit for practice, but for one poor fault,
That into practice they can ne'er be brought.

Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow.

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

A joke's a very serious thing.

Within the brain's most secret cells
A certain Lord Chief Justice dwells,
Of sovereign power, whom, one and all,
With common voice, we Reason call.

Drawn by Conceit from Reason's plan,
How vain is that poor creature, Man!
How pleased is every paltry elf
To prate about that thing, himself.

Why should we fear? and what? The laws?
They all are arm'd in Virtue's cause;
And aiming at the self-same end,
Satire is always Virtue's friend.

Just to the windward of the law.

And adepts in the speaking trade
Keep a cough by them ready made.

Knaves starve not in the land of fools.

England, a happy land we know,
Where follies naturally grow.

With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroy'd by thought: Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our powers, and leaves a blank behind.

When fiction rises pleasing to the eye,
Men will believe, because they love the lie;
But Truth herself, if clouded with a frown,
Must have some solemn proof to pass her down.

Thy danger chiefly lies in acting well;
No crime's so great as daring to excel.