He who has the pepper may season as he lists.
'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.'
Princes are venison in Heaven.
He that studies his content, wants it.
Wouldst thou both eat thy cake and have it?
I had rather aske of my sire browne bread, then borrow of my neighbour white.