To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense
Who to patch up his fame, or fill his purse, Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse; Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known, Defacing first, then claiming for his own.
Genius is independent of situation.
Genius is of no country.
All hunt for fame, but most mistake the way.
Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.