The proud will sooner lose than ask their way.
Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, the matter to digest, to cull fit phrases, and reject the rest.
Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
Genius is of no country.
To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense
Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford; and reputation bleeds in every word.