Astrologers that future fates foreshow.

New, distant Scenes of endless Science rise: So pleas'd at first, the towring Alps we try.

'Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.

Pretty conceptions, fine metaphors, glittering expressions, and something of a neat cast of verse are properly the dress, gems, or loose ornaments of poetry.

No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!

A little learning is a dangerous thing.

A mighty maze! But not without a plan.