Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Half-learn'd witlings

All fools have still an itching to deride

Some made coxcombs Nature meant but fools

Out with it, Dunciad: let the secret pass -That secret to each fool - that he's an ass.The truth once told (and whereby should we lie?),The queen of Midas slept, and so may I.You think this cruel? Take it for a rule,No creature smarts so little as a fool.