Satire, whilst envy and ill-humor swayThe mind of man, must always make her way;Nor to a bosom, with discretion fraught,Is all her malice worth a single thought.The wise have not the will, nor fools the power,To stop her headstrong course; within the hourLeft to herself, she dies; opposing strifeGives her fresh vigor, and prolongs her life.
- Charles Churchill
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For instance, I never complained that my birthday was overlooked; people were even surprised, with a touch of admiration, by my discretion on this subject. But the reason for my disinterestedness was even more discreet: I longed to be forgotten in order to be able to complain to myself… Once my solitude was thoroughly proved, I could surrender to the charms of a virile self-pity.