Hope Is The Poor Man's Bread.

If You Could Runne, As You Drinke, You Might Catch A Hare.

Civill Wars Of France Made A Million Of Atheists, And 30000 Witches.

'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.'

The Tree That Growes Slowly, Keepes It Selfe For Another.

Hee That Lives Well Is Learned Enough.