'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 kinsman, a friend, or whom you intreate, take not to serve you, if you will be served neately.

Frenzy, Heresie, and Jealovsie, seldome cured.

Conversation makes one what he is.

Hee hath not liv'd, that lives not after death.

The wife is the key of the house.

He that serves well needes not ask his wages.