Hear How The Birds, On Ev'ry Blooming

A Tree Is A Nobler Object Than A Prince In His Coronation-robes.

A Little Learning Is A Dangerous Thing; Drink Deep, Or Taste Not The Pierian Spring.

Some Have At First For Wits, Then Poets Passed, Turned Critics Next, And Proved Plain Fools At Last.

Is That A Birthday? 'tis, Alas! Too Clear; 'tis But The Funeral Of The Former Year.

There Is Nothing That Is Meritorious But Virtue And Friendship.