I'm a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fight again.
Genius must be born, it can't be taught.
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
He wants worth who dares not praise a foe.
Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
One of the greatest, most noble, and most sublime poems which either this age or nation has produced.