Template:Dsh a lot of learning

Triago: “A little learning is a dangerous thing” —
Nuncle: Not half so dangerous as a lot.
Triago: ’tis by the Pope in Rome, you know.
Nuncle: Hast thee drunk the waters of the Pierian spring:
Whose hypoxic waters suffocate the brain,
Till no shafts of light can bring thee round again?
Thy mealy conjecture comports a grain of truth
As pure and true and yet roundly causative
as the flappèd wings of a Brazilian flutter-by
That work upon a brewing Philipino typhoon

Fired at first sight with what the Muse imparts,
In fearless youth we tempt the heights of Arts;
While from the bounded level of our mind
Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind,
But, more advanced, behold with strange surprise
New distant scenes of endless science rise!
So pleased at first the towering Alps we try,
Mount o’er the vales, and seem to tread the sky;
The eternal snows appear already past,
And the first clouds and mountains seem the last;
But those attained, we tremble to survey
The growing labours of the lengthened way;
The increasing prospect tires our wandering eyes,
Hills peep o’er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!</noinclude?