The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head.
And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade.
How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
Satan is wiser now than before, and tempts by making rich instead of poor.
In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest.
Women use lovers as they do cards; they play with them a while, and when they have got all they can by them, throw them away, call for new ones, and then perhaps lose by the new all they got by the old ones.
If, presume not to God to scan; The proper study of Mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, a being darkly wise, and rudely great.
Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.
Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!
Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.
Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.
In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind's concern is charity.
Strength of mind is exercise, not rest.
Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name.
No one should be ashamed to admit they are wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that they are wiser today than they were yesterday.
For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.
To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.
Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.
To err is human; to forgive, divine.
Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, as those who move easiest have learned to dance.
Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.
Love, free as air, at sight of human ties,Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.
A little learning is a dangerous thing; drink of it deeply, or taste it not, for shallow thoughts intoxicate the brain, and drinking deeply sobers us again.
How vast a memory has Love!
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
Wine lets no lover unrewarded go.
Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow, proves the substance true.
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
As the twig is bent, so grows the tree.