'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.'

The Mr. absent, and the house dead.

Gaming, women, and wine, while they laugh they make men pine.

Waight and measure take away strife.

Never was a miser a brave soul.

The market is the best garden.

All feete tread not in one shoe.