Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends; He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
Charles ChurchillLittle do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, the matter to digest, to cull fit phrases, and reject the rest.
Charles ChurchillEngland 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.
Charles Churchill