England, with all thy faults, I love thee still— My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be con… - William Cowper

Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, The mere materials with which wisdom builds, Till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich. Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more. Books are not seldom talismans and spells.

But that disease when soberly defined
Is the false fire of an o'erheated mind.

I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the center all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.