Paines To Get, Care To Keep, Feare

Conversation Makes One What He Is.

He Thinkes Not Well, That Thinkes Not Againe.

Laugh Not Too Much; The Witty Man Laughs Least: For Wit Is News Only To Ignorance. Lesse At Thine Own Things Laugh; Lest In The Jest Thy Person Share, And The Conceit Advance.

The Apothecaries Morter Spoiles The Luters Musick.

'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.'