Parsons Are Soules Waggoners.

Though You Rise Early, Yet The Day Comes At His Time, And Not Till Then.

He That Deales In The World Needes Foure Seeves.

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.

Good Service Is A Great Inchantment.

Of All Smells, Bread; Of All Tastes, Salt.