Although It Raine, Throw Not Away Thy

Get To Live; Then Live, And Use It; Else, It Is Not True That Thou Hast Gotten. Surely Use Alone Makes Money Not A Contemptible Stone.

A Child Correct Behind And Not Before.

'it's This Accursed Science,' I Cried. 'it's The Very Devil. The Mediaeval Priests And Persecutors Were Right, And The Moderns Are All Wrong. You Tamper With It-and It Offers You Gifts. And Directly You Take Them It Knocks You To Pieces In Some Unexpected Way.'

At The Games End We Shall See Who Gaines.

The Hole Calls The Thiefe. [the Hole Calls The Thief.]