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I Had Rather Complain Of Ill-fortune Than Be Ashamed Of Victory.

The Desire For Riches Is More Sharpened By Their Use Than By Their Need. Pleasing All: A Mark That Can Never Be Aimed At Or Hit.

Judgement Can Do Without Knowledge: But Not Knowledge Without Judgement.

The Good, Supreme, Divine Poetry Is Above The Rules And Reason. Whoever Discerns Its Beauty With A Firm, Sedate Gaze Does Not See It, Any More Than He Sees The Splendor Of A Lightning Flash. It Does Not Persuade Our Judgement, It Ravishes And Overwhelms It.

The Archer Who Overshoots His Mark Does No Better Than He Who Falls Short Of It.