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Men Of Great Talents, Whether Poets Or Historians, Seldom Escape The Attacks Of Those Who, Without Ever Favoring The World With Any Production Of Their Own, Take Delight In Criticising The Works Of Others.

Jealousy Sees Things Always With Magnifying Glasses Which Make Little Things Large, Of Dwarfs Giants, Of Suspicions Truths.

And Thus Being Totally Preoccupied, He Rode So Slowly That The Sun Was Soon Glowing With Such Intense Heat That It Would Have Melted His Brains, If He'd Had Any.

A Private Sin Is Not So Prejudicial In This World, As A Public Indecency.

Other Men's Pains Are Easily Borne.