He made all countries where he came his own.

Genius must be born, and never can be taught.

These are the effects of doting age,--vain doubts and idle cares and over caution.

…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky

All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.

God never made his work for man to mend.

Deathless laurel is the victor's due.