While Pensive Poets Painful Vigils Keep, Sleepless

Never Elated When Someone's Oppressed, Never Dejected When Another One's Blessed.

A Little Learning Is A Dangerous Thing; Drink Deep, Or Taste Not The Pierian Spring.

For When Success A Lover's Toil Attends,few Ask, If Fraud Or Force Attain'd His Ends

Our Plenteous Streams A Various Race Supply, The Bright-eyed Perch With Fins Of Tyrian Dye, The Silver Eel, In Shining Volumes Roll'd, The Yellow Carp, In Scales Bedropp'd With Gold, Swift Trouts, Diversified With Crimson Stains, And Pikes, The Tyrants Of The Wat'ry Plains.

To Be Angry Is To Revenge The Faults Of Others On Ourselves.