Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass,
The mere materials with which wisdom builds,
Till smooth’d and squared, and fitted to its place,
Does but encumber whom it seems t’ enrich.
Knowledge is proud that he has learn’d so much,
Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
Cowper.
Thus wisdom’s words discover
Thy glory and Thy grace,