Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!
Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
A little learning is a dangerous thing.
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart
Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.
Two purposes in human nature rule. Self- love to urge, and reason to restrain.