It can't be Nature, for it is not sense.
England a fortune-telling host, As num'rous as the stars, could boast; Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of Fate in grounds of tea.
All hunt for fame, but most mistake the way.
Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.
Genius is of no country.
Genius is nothing more than inflamed enthusiasm.