210. Envy, the bantling of desperate self-love, grasps the appendages, heedless of things. Emulation embalms the dead; Envy the vampire, blasts the living.
211. Flattery, the midwife of half-born conceits and struggling wishes, sometimes persuades, a boy that he is a man, a dwarf that he is a giant, but too often enervates the limbs of energy.
212. Vanity.—The vain is the most humble of mortals: the victim of a pimple.
213. Those reduced to live on the alms of genius, are the first to deny its existence.
214. Shakspeare is to Sophocles what the incessant flashes of a tempestuous night are to daylight.