He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet with every bound Pressing, and seeming still to quit his ground.

Genius must be born, it can't be taught.

The good we have enjoyed from Heaven's free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill?

The bravest men are subject most to chance.

Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.

The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.

Heroic poetry has ever been esteemed the greatest work of human nature.