Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words,-health, peace, and competence.
Wine lets no lover unrewarded go.
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.