Learning Is Like Mercury, One Of The

Soft Is The Strain When Zephyr Gently Blows, And The Smooth Stream In Smoother Numbers Flows; But When Loud Surges Lash The Sounding Shore, The Hoarse Rough Verse Should Like The Torrent Roar. When Ajax Strives Some Rock's Vast Weight To Throw, The Line Too Labours, And The Words Move Slow: Not So When Swift Camilla Scours The Plain, Flies O'er Th' Unbending Corn, And Skims Along The Main.

'tis Not Enough Your Counsel Still Be True; Blunt Truths More Mischief Than Nice Falsehoods Do.

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

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

Condition, Circumstance, Is Not The Thing; Bliss Is The Same In Subject Or In King.