Wise wretch! With pleasures too refined to please,With too much spirit to be e'er at ease,With too much quickness ever to be taught,With too much thinking to have common thought:You purchase pain with all that joy can give,And die of nothing but a rage to live.

What so tedious as a twice-told tale?

Music resembles poetry, in eachAre nameless graces which no methods teach,And which a master hand alone can reach.

Know thyself, presume not God to scan;The proper study of mankind is man.

Sickness is a sort of early old age it teaches us a diffidence in our earthly state.

A little learning is a dangerous thing.Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian Spring;There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,and drinking largely sobers us again.