A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.
What will a child learn sooner than a song?
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair.
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.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.
Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel.