A Little Learning Is A Dangerous Thing;

When To Mischief Mortals Bend Their Will, How Soon They Find It Instruments Of Ill.

Sometimes Virtue Starves While Vice Is Fed.

The Enormous Faith Of Many Made For One.

I Am His Highness' Dog At Kew; Pray Tell Me, Sir, Whose Dog Are You?

To Be, Contents His Natural Desire, He Asks No Angel's Wing, No Seraph's Fire; But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company. Go Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.