Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

It is not so much the being exempt from faults, as having overcome them, that is an advantage to us.

Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.

Content if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view, The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.

For forms of government, let fools contest; Whate'er is best administered, is best.

Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.

Light quirks of music, broken and uneven,Make the soul dance upon a jig to Heav'n.