Ill Comes In By Ells, And Goes

'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.'

Love Bade Me Welcome, But My Soul Drew Back.

The Worst Speak Something Good; If All Want Sense, God Takes A Text, And Preacheth Patience.

He That Hopes Not For Good, Feares Not Evill.

You Must Lose A Fly To Catch A Trout.