Folly growes without watering.
Still fisheth he that catcheth one.
He that contemplates hath a day without night.
A good heart cannot lye
'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 comforters head never akes.