A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.

All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good.

Drink is the feast of reason and the flow of soul.

In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind's concern is charity.

In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fix'd: 't is fix'd as in a frost; contracted all, retiring to the breast; but strength of mind is exercise, not rest.