One science only will one genius fit; so vast is art, so narrow human wit.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.
A little learning is a dangerous thing.
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.
Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear, with ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear...