Date: 1764

Virtue may wither on the bed she was born until Philosophy steps in and "clears the encumbered land" and "roots up every weed"

— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)

Date: 1764

"The stars, who, by I know not what strange right, / Preside o'er mortals in their own despite, / Who, without reason, govern those who most / (How truly, judge from thence!) of reason boast, / And, by some mighty magic yet unknown, / Our actions guide, yet cannot guide their own."

— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)

Date: 1764

"Forming a gloom, through which, to spleen-struck minds, / Religion, horror stamp'd, a passage find"

— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)

Date: 1764

" Virtue he lack'd, cursed with those thoughts which spring / In souls of vulgar stamp"

— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)

Date: 1764

"The moon, who holds o'er night her silver reign" is "Regent of tides, and mistress of the brain"

— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)

Date: 1764

"When she with apathy the breast would steel, / And teach us, deeply feeling, not to feel"

— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)

Date: 1764

"Have I well weigh'd the great, the noble part / I'm now to play? have I explored my heart, / That labyrinth of fraud, that deep, dark cell, / Where, unsuspected, e'en by me, may dwell / Ten thousand follies?"

— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)

Date: 1764

"Dead Letters, thus with Living Notions fraught, / Prove to the Soul the Telescopes of Thought"

— Grierson [née Crawley], Constantia (1704/5-1732)

Date: 1764

"[I]n his breast, / Crowded with follies, Honour found no room"

— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)

Date: 1764

"From every speck which hangs upon the sight / Purge my mind's eye, nor let one cloud remain / To spread the shades of error o'er my brain),"

— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)