Genius must be born, it can't be taught.
Jealousy's a proof of love, But 'tis a weak and unavailing medicine; It puts out the disease and makes it show, But has no power to cure.
Fortune's unjust; she ruins oft the brave, and him who should be victor, makes the slave.
The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
Imitators are but a servile kind of cattle.
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.