Giving Much To The Poore, Doth Inrich

'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 Hath Charge Of Soules Transports Them Not In Bundles.

God Oft Hath A Great Share In A Little House.

Divine Ashes Are Better Then Earthly Meale.

One Graine Fills Not A Sacke, But Helpes His Fellowes.