Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.
The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person.
I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712) -Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Stanza 1.
A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.
Thus God and nature linked the gen'ral frame, And bade self-love and social be the same.