Churchill has little of the intellectual vigour that we admire in Dryden, none of the fineness, delicacy, and address that captivate us in Pope. He wrote for the multitude. His invectives are bold, palpable and coarse. His thoughts are trite and superficial, neither informed with knowledge, nor pointed by wit. Johnson had some reason when he said of him, that he was a shallow fellow. What most distinguishes him from others is a certain fervour of poetical declamation, that carries on the reader in spite of himself.