Chapter 370

A little learning is a dangerous thing. Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.

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Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise,

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True wit is nature to advantage dressed, What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.

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That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.

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True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.

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The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

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To err is human: to forgive, divine.