How Wide Is All This Long Pretense!

He That Passeth A Winters Day Escapes An Enemy.

He That Lives Most Dies Most.

The Worst Speak Something Good; If All Want Sense, God Takes A Text, And Preacheth Patience.

'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.'

Hee That Brings Good Newes Knockes Hard.