Parsons Are Soules Waggoners.

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone.

More Have Repented Speech Then Silence. [more Have Repented Speech Than Silence.]

Take Heede Of An Oxe Before, Of An Horse Behind, Of A Monke On All Sides.

In Good Yeares Corne Is Hay, In Ill Yeares Straw Is Corne.

'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.'