Feare nothing but sinne.
A Caske and an ill custome must be broken.
It's good walking with a horse in ones hand.
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.
Woe to the house where there is no chiding.
Trust not one night's ice.