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.

Knowledge of the world is as irrelevant in art as it is in a love affair.

Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar;Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore.What future bliss, he gives not thee to know,But gives that hope to be thy blessing now.

A little Learning is a dangerous Thing.

In vain sedate reflections we would make When half our knowledge we must snatch, not take.

That virtue only makes our bliss below, And all our knowledge is ourselves to know.

Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.