To Weepe For Joy Is A Kinde

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?

The Miserable Man Makes A Peny Of A Farthing, And The Liberall Of A Farthing Sixe Pence. [the Miserable Man Maketh A Penny Of A Farthing, And The Liberal Of A Farthing Sixpence.]

There Is No Man, Though Never So Little, But Sometimes He Can Hurt.

He That Preacheth Giveth Almes.

This Missing Science Of Heredity, This Unworked Mine Of Knowledge On The Borderland Of Biology And Anthropology, Which For All Practical Purposes Is As Unworked Now As It Was In The Days Of Plato, Is, In Simple Truth, Ten Times More Important To Humanity Than All The Chemistry And Physics, All The Technical And Indsutrial Science That Ever Has Been Or Ever Will Be Discovered.