Genius Must Be Born, It Can't Be

Only Man Clogs His Happiness With Care, Destroying What Is With Thoughts Of What May Be.

Fortune Confounds The Wise, And When They Least Expect It Turns The Dice.

Tis Fate That Flings The Dice, And As She Flings Of Kings Makes Peasants, And Of Peasants Kings.

Those Who Write Ill, And They Who Ne'er Durst Write, Turn Critics Out Of Mere Revenge And Spite.

He Who Would Search For Pearls Must Dive Below.