111. He "lisped not in numbers, no numbers came to him," though he count his verses by thousands, who has not learnt to distinguish the harmony of two lines from that of a period—whom dull monotony of ear condemns to the drowsy psalmody of one returning couplet.
112. Some seek renown as the Parthians sought victory—by seeming to fly from it.
113. He has more than genius—he is a hero—who can check his powers in their full career to glory, merely not to crush the feeble on his road.
114. He who could have the choice, and should prefer to be the first painter of insects, of flowers, or of drapery, to being the second in the ranks of history, though degraded to the last class of art, would undoubtedly be in the first of men by the decision of Cæsar.
115. Such is the aspiring nature of man, that nothing wounds the copyist more sorely than the suspicion of being thought what he is.