Presse A Stick, And It Seemes A

Hee That Stumbles And Falles Not, Mends His Pace.

Better A Snotty Child, Then His Nose Wip'd Off.

We Must Love, As Looking One Day To Hate.

Science Stands, A Too Competant Servant, Behind Her Wrangling Underbred Masters, Holding Out Resources, Devices, And Remedies They Are Too Stupid To Use. ... And On Its Material Side, A Modern Utopia Must Needs Present These Gifts As Taken.

He That Makes His Bed Ill, Lies There.