Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,- The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.

To endeavor to work upon the vulgar with fine sense is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor.

The light of Heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.

As with narrow-necked bottles; the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring out.

Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.

Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.

A little learning is a dangerous thing; drink of it deeply, or taste it not, for shallow thoughts intoxicate the brain, and drinking deeply sobers us again.