Born in February 1, 1731 / Died in November 4, 1764 / United Kingdom / English
Genius is of no country.
The best things carried to excess are wrong.
The danger chiefly lies in acting well; no crime's so great as daring to excel.
Prudent dullness marked him for a mayor.
Genius is independent of situation.
It can't be Nature, for it is not sense.
Be England what she will, with all her faults she is my country still.
To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense.
Patience is sorrow's salve.
Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.
Keep up appearances; there lies the test. The world will give thee credit for the rest.
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