‘Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
God just alike, yet each believes his own.
* * *
Of all the causes which conspire to blind
Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind,
What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
* * *
A little learning is a dang’rous thing; [adapted from Publilius Syrus?)
Drink deep, or tast not the Pierian spring:
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again.
* * *
And if the means be just, the conduct true,
Applause, in spight of trivial faults, is due.
* * *
Some praise at morning what they blame at night;
But always think the last opinion right.
* * *
All seems infected that th’infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
* * *
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
* * * [following appears to be apocryphal]
Convince you may a fool against his will,
He’ll have always the same opinion still.