A Little Learning Is A Dangerous Thing.

One Science Only Will One Genius Fit; So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human Wit.

Whatever Is, Is Right.

Gentle Dullness Ever Loves A Joke.

A Naked Lover Bound And Bleeding Lies!

Soft Is The Strain When Zephyr Gently Blows, And The Smooth Stream In Smoother Numbers Flows; But When Loud Surges Lash The Sounding Shore, The Hoarse Rough Verse Should Like The Torrent Roar. When Ajax Strives Some Rock's Vast Weight To Throw, The Line Too Labours, And The Words Move Slow: Not So When Swift Camilla Scours The Plain, Flies O'er Th' Unbending Corn, And Skims Along The Main.