Who doth his owne businesse, foules not his hands.
To live peaceably with all breedes good blood.
'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.'
Many kiss the hand they wish cut off.
A journying woman speakes much of all, and all of her.
The market is the best garden.