And Each Blasphemer Quite Escape The Rod,

One Science Only Will One Genius Fit; So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human Wit.

A Patriot Is A Fool In Ev'ry Age.

Not To Go Back Is Somewhat To Advance, And Men Must Walk, At Least, Before They Dance.

Of All The Causes Which Conspire To Blind Man's Erring Judgement, And Misguide The Mind, What The Weak Head With Strongest Bias Rules, Is Pride, The Never-failing Vice Of Fools.

The Learned Is Happy, Nature To Explore; The Fool Is Happy, That He Knows No More.