I Escaped The Thunder, And Fell Into

Science Stands, A Too Competant Servant, Behind Her Wrangling Underbred Masters, Holding Out Resources, Devices, And Remedies They Are Too Stupid To Use. ... And On Its Material Side, A Modern Utopia Must Needs Present These Gifts As Taken.

In Good Yeares Corne Is Hay, In Ill Yeares Straw Is Corne.

It's Not Good Fishing Before The Net.

Hee Pays Too Deare For Honey That Licks It From Thornes.

He That Will Learn To Pray, Let Him Go To Sea.