Even victors are by victories undone.
If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, 'tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.
Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind!
He wants worth who dares not praise a foe.
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
Genius must be born, it can't be taught.