The House Is A Fine House, When

Promising Is The Eve Of Giving.

'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.'

Foolish Tongues Talke By The Dozen.

The Foole Askes Much, But Hee Is More Foole That Grants It.

Criticks Are Like Brushers Of Noblemens Cloaths.