It can't be Nature, for it is not sense.
Those who would make us feel must feel themselves.
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.
If you mean to profit, learn to praise.
Genius is nothing more than inflamed enthusiasm.
By different methods different men excel, but where is he who can do all things well?