The Devill Is Not Alwaies At One

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?

To Live Peaceably With All Breedes Good Blood.

Sweet Discourse Makes Short Daies And Nights. [sweet Discourse Makes Short Days And Nights.]

'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.'

They That Are Booted Are Not Alwaies Ready.