Little Wealth, Little Care.

When It Thunders, The Theefe Becomes Honest. [when It Thunders, The Thief Becomes Honest.]

Hee That Would Be A Gentleman, Let Him Goe To An Assault.

Corn Is Cleaned With Wind, And The Soul With Chastening

I Gave The Mouse A Hole, And She Is Become My Heire. [i Gave The Mouse A Hole, And She Is Become My Heir.]

'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.'