Hast Comes Not Alone.

Hee That Labours And Thrives Spins Gold.

The Hole Calls The Thiefe. [the Hole Calls The Thief.]

If The Braine Sowes Not Corne, It Plants Thistles.

Harken To Reason Or Shee Will Bee Heard.

'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.'