The bookful blockhead ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears. All books he reads, and all he reads assails.

When much dispute has past, we find our tenets just the same as last.

Whatever is, is right.

Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.

Man, like the generous vine, supported lives; the strength he gains is from the embrace he gives.

Time conquers all, and we must time obey.

As the twig is bent, so grows the tree.