The Proper Study Of Mankind Is Man.

Astrologers That Future Fates Foreshow.

While Pensive Poets Painful Vigils Keep, Sleepless Themselves, To Give Their Readers Sleep.

To Be Angry Is To Revenge The Faults Of Others On Ourselves.

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.

Be Not The First By Whom The New Are Tried, Nor Yet The Last To Lay The Old Aside.