Even victors are by victories undone.

Railing and praising were his usual themes; and both showed his judgment in extremes. Either over violent or over civil, so everyone to him was either god or devil.

Thou strong seducer, Opportunity!

Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.

He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

Imitators are but a servile kind of cattle.