All That Shakes Falles Not.

'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.'

Who Shuts His Hand Has Lost His Gold, Who Opens It Hath It Twice Told.

Wine That Cost Nothing Is Digested Before It Be Drunke.

Reckon Right, And February Hath One And Thirty Daies.

Labour As Long Liu'd, Pray As Even Dying. [labor As Long-lived, Pray As Ever Dying.]