For where is any author in the world
Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself.
The young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, is indeed deceased; or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven.
Men's thoughts are much according to their inclination, their discourse and speeches according to their learning and infused opinions.
Out of too much learning become mad.
No man is the wiser for his learning.
Learning hath gained most by those books by which the printers have lost.
Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages.
Men of polite learning and a liberal education.
Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote,
And think they grow immortal as they quote.
A little learning is a dangerous thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again.
How index-learning turns no student pale,
Yet holds the eel of science by the tail.
Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,
And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil
O'er books consum'd the midnight oil?
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face;
Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he;
Full well the busy whisper circling round
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd.
Yet was he kind, or if severe in aught,
The love he bore to learning was in fault;
The village all declar'd how much he knew,
'T was certain he could write and cipher too.
Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind,
And to party gave up what was meant for mankind;
Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat
To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote.
Who too deep for his hearers still went on refining,
And thought of convincing while they thought of dining:
Though equal to all things, for all things unfit;
Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit.
Learning will be cast into the mire and trodden down under the hoofs of a swinish multitude.
Here the heart
May give a useful lesson to the head,
And Learning wiser grow without his books.
A progeny of learning.
With just enough of learning to misquote.
A university should be a place of light, of liberty, and of learning.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books.
Wearing all that weight
Of learning lightly like a flower.
For life, with all it yields of joy and woe,
And hope and fear (believe the aged friend),
Is just our chance o' the prize of learning love,--
How love might be, hath been indeed, and is.
No: by the names inscribed in History's page,
Names that are England's noblest heritage,
Names that shall live for yet unnumbered years
Shrined in our hearts with Cressy and Poictiers;
Let wealth and commerce, laws and learning die,
But leave us still our old nobility.
I dare aver
He is a brave discoverer
Of climes his elders do not know.
He has more learning than appears
On the scroll of twice three thousand years.