A little learning is a dangerous thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.
All are but parts of one stupendous Whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul;
All other goods by Fortune’s hand are given, A wife is
the peculiar gift of Heaven.
An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie, for an
excuse is a lie garded.
And hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,
As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
For I, who hold sage Homer’s rule the best,
Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.
Good nature and good sense must ever join;
To err is human, to forgive divine.
Heav’n from all creatures hides the Book of Fat.
All but the page prescribed, their present state.
Honour and shame from no condition rise;
Act well your part; there all the honour lies.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast :
Man Never is, but always to be blest.
It is with narrowsouled people as with narrownecked
bottles, the less they have in them, the more noise they
make in pouring it out.
Know then this truth (enough for men to know),
Virtue alone is happiness below.
One truth is clear, whatever is, is right.