I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke,
That hath but one hole for to sterten to.
CHAUCER: _Canterbury Tales, The Wif of Bathes Prologue,_ Line 6154.
Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking
Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer.
HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 41.
Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.
DRYDEN: _Absalom and Achitophel,_ Pt. i., Line 163.
Men famed for wit, of dangerous talents vain,
Treat those of common parts with proud disdain.
CRABBE: _Patron,_ Line 229.
Though I am young, I scorn to flit
On the wings of borrowed wit.
GEORGE WITHER: _The Shepherd's Hunting._