Who combats bravely is not therefore brave, He dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave: Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise,- His pride in reasoning, not in acting lies.
Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!
chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.
A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.
Light quirks of music, broken and uneven,Make the soul dance upon a jig to Heav'n.
I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?