By flatterers besieged And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.
Passions are the gales of life.
A little learning is a dangerous thing.
A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state.
For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.