The danger chiefly lies in acting well; no crime's so great as daring to excel.

Genius is nothing more than inflamed enthusiasm.

With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.

Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.

By different methods different men excel, but where is he who can do all things well?

The laws I love; the lawyers I suspect.

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.