The first service a child doth his father is to make him foolish.
Folly growes without watering.
In cloths cheap handsomeness, doth bear the bell.
'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.'
A scab'd horse cannot abide the comb.
The Devill is not alwaies at one doore.