A happy genius is the gift of nature.
I am devilishly afraid, that's certain; but ... I'll sing, that I may seem valiant.
Accurst ambition, how dearly I have bought you.
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
What judgment I had increases rather than diminishes; and thoughts, such as they are, come crowding in so fast upon me, that my only difficulty is to choose or reject; to run them into verse or to give them the other harmony of prose.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.