'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.'

Who gives to all, denies all.

To the counsell of fooles a woodden bell.

Aske much to have a little.

Saint Luke was a Saint and a Physitian, yet is dead.

Hee that sendes a foole, means to follow him.

Long jesting was never good.