110 Quotes by Charles Churchill

Enough of self, that darling luscious theme, O'er which philosophers in raptures dream; Of which with seeming disregard they write Then prizing most when most they seem to slight.

Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.

Man and wife, Coupled together for the sake of strife.

There's a strange something, which without a brain Fools feel, and which e'en wise men can't explain, Planted in man, to bind him to that earth, In dearest ties, from whence he drew his birth.

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

Patience is sorrow's salve.

He hurts me most who lavishly commends.

Who to patch up his fame, or fill his purse, Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse; Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known, Defacing first, then claiming for his own.

The surest way to health, say what they will, Is never to suppose we shall be ill; Most of the ills which we poor mortals know From doctors and imagination flow.