He That Gives Me Small Gifts Would

Who Hath A Wolfe For His Mate, Needes A Dog For His Man.

I Had Rather Ride On An Ass That Carries Me Than A Horse That Throws Me.

He That Looseth Is Marchant As Well As He That Gaines.

Justice Pleaseth Few In Their Owne House. [justice Pleases Few In Their Own House.]

'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.'