Genius must be born, and never can be taught.
Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
Jealousy's a proof of love, But 'tis a weak and unavailing medicine; It puts out the disease and makes it show, But has no power to cure.
Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.