No tribute is laid on castles in the air.
Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford; and reputation bleeds in every word.
All hunt for fame, but most mistake the way.
Genius is of no country; her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.
He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense