Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.

But those who cannot write, and those who can, All rhyme, and scrawl, and scribble, to a man.

Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain Here earth and water seem to strive again, Not chaos-like together crushed and bruised, But, as the world, harmoniously confused: Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.

Learning is like mercury, one of the most powerful and excellent things in the world in skillful hands; in unskillful, the most mischievous.

Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

Women, as they are like riddles in being unintelligible, so generally resemble them in this, that they please us no longer once we know them.

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.