There is I know not what natural sweetness in hearing one's self commended; but we are a great deal too fond of it: "Laudari metuam, neque enim mihi cornea fibra est Sed recti finemque extremumque esse recuso Euge tuum, et belle." I care not so much what I am in the opinions of others, as what I am in my own; I would be rich of myself, and not by borrowing.