110 Quotes by Charles Churchill

Who often, but without success, have prayed for apt Alliteration’s artful aid.

Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our pow’rs, and leaves a blank behind.

Fashion – a word which knaves and fools may use, Their knavery and folly to excuse.

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...

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

With various readings stored his empty skull, Learn’d without sense, and venerably dull.

When satire flies abroad on falsehood’s wing, Short is her life, and impotent her sting; But when to truth allied, the wound she gives Sinks deep, and to remotest ages lives.

And reputation bleeds in ev’ry word.

Who all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur’d prose, which they call verse.