He That Will Be Served Must Bee

True Praise Rootes And Spreedes.

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Season'd Timbered, Never Gives; But Though The Whole World Turn To Coal, Then Chiefly Lives.

If We Can Possibly Avoid Wrecking This Little Planet Of Ours, We Will, But-there Must Be Risks! There Must Be. In Experimental Work There Always Are!

To A Great Night, A Great Lanthorne.

The Thought Hath Good Leggs, And The Quill A Good Tongue.