Prosperity Lets Goe The Bridle.

Sum Up At Night What Thou Hast Done By Day.

'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.'

All Griefes With Bread Are Lesse.

It Is Good To Hold The Asse By The Bridle.

Flies Are Busiest About Leane Horses.