To err is human, to forgive, divine.

Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of Sense, Lie in three words, Health, Peace, and Competence. But Health consists with Temperance alone, And Peace, oh Virtue! Peace is all thy own.

Intrepid then, o'er seas and lands he flew: Europe he saw, and Europe saw him too.

Oh! if to dance all night, and dress all day, Charm'd the small-pox, or chased old age away; Who would not scorn what housewife's cares produce, Or who would learn one earthly thing of use?

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.

A little learning is a dangerous thing; drink deep, taste not the Pierian Spring

All this dread order break- for whom? for thee? Vile worm!- oh madness! pride! impiety!

Trust not yourself; but your defects to know, Make use of ev'ry friend—and ev'ry foe.

Know thy own point: this kind, this due degree Of blindness, weakness, Heav'n bestows on thee.