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“No two on earth in all things can agree; All have some darling singularity; Women and men, as well as girls and boys, In gewgaws take delight, and sigh for toys, Your sceptres and your crowns, and such like things, Are but a better kind of toys for kings. In things indifferent reason bids us choose, Whether the whim's a monkey or a muse.”

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The Poems of Charles Churchill

This book compiles a selection of poems written by Charles Churchill, showcasing his literary contributions and poetic style. more

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Charles Churchill
Charles Churchill

Charles Churchill was a prominent English poet of the 18th century, known for his satirical poetry. He passed away on November 4, 1764. Churchill is recognized as one of the significant satirical poets in the history of English literature. more

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