Who is Charles Caleb Colton

Charles Caleb Colton (bapt. 11 December 1777 – died 28 April 1832) was an English cleric, writer and collector, well known for his eccentricities.

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The son of the Rev. Barfoot Colton, he was educated at Eton College and King's College, Cambridge, graduating B.A. in 1801, and M.A. in 1804. In 1801, he was presented by the college with the perpetual curacy of Tiverton's Prior's Quarter in Devon, where he lived for many years. He was appointed to the vicarage of Kew and Petersham in 1812. His performance of church-related functions at both locations was erratic: at times conscientious and brilliant while at other times cursory and indulgent. He left formal church service, and England, in 1828. Contemporaries believed that he had fled from his creditors, who ...
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Lisaellisonspen: “it may be observed of good writing, as of good blood, that it is much easier to say what it is composed of than to compose it.”― charles caleb colton
Cerebralwisdom: the greatest friend of truth is time, her greatest enemy is prejudice, and her constant companion is humility. - charles caleb colton
Richardogachi: our minds are as different as our faces. we are all traveling to one destination: hapiness, but few are going by the same road. charles caleb colton
Feelgoodfactor: corruption is like a ball of snow, once it's set a rolling it must increase. — charles caleb colton. 2008 crash will look like dumpster fire by comparison to what it going to happen and is happening.
Alexxzoleta: your time and your life. "time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past even while we attempt to define it." - charles caleb colton
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Do You Think That I Do Not Know?
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They say that I never have written of love,
As a writer of songs should do;
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With a touch that is firm and true;
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In the fields where Love's roses grow,
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Do you think that I do not know?
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