110 Quotes by Charles Churchill

Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.

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.

To copy faults is want of sense.

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

In the first seat, in robe of various dyes, A noble wildness flashing from his eyes, Sat Shakespeare: in one hand a wand he bore, For mighty wonders fam'd in days of yore: The other held a globe, which to his will Obedient turn'd, and own'd the master's skill: Things of the noblest kind his genius drew, And look'd through nature at a single view: A loose he gave to his unbounded soul, And taught new lands to rise, new seas to roll; Call'd into being scenes unknown before, And passing nature's bounds, was something more.

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

Genius is of no country.

So loud each tongue, so empty was each head, / So much they talked, so very little said.

Keep up appearances; there lies the test; The world will give thee credit for the rest