An Old Friend Is A New House.

Hee That Lies Long A Bed, His Estate Feeles It.

'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.'

Corn Is Cleaned With Wind, And The Soul With Chastening

The Higher The Ape Goes, The More He Shewes His Taile. [the Higher The Ape Goes, The More He Shows His Tail.]

Get To Live; Then Live, And Use It; Else, It Is Not True That Thou Hast Gotten. Surely Use Alone Makes Money Not A Contemptible Stone.