He That Dies Without The Company Of

Humble Hearts Have Humble Desires.

Hee That Knowes What May Bee Gained In A Day Never Steales.

In The House Of A Fidler, All Fiddle. [in The House Of The Fiddler All Fiddle.]

Never Had Ill Workeman Good Tooles.

'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.'