A reflection it may not be improper for writers to make, as being at once some mortification to their vanity, and some comfort to their infirmity. Assurance many Blessings may contain, And often times supplies the want of Brain . . . Seek not alone t'engross the gifts of heav'n. The prevailing passion of others is to discover new meanings in an author, whom they will cause to appear mysterious purely for the vanity of being thought to unravel him. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do.
Success is so unsatisfying.
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