Tis easier to build two chimneys, then to maintaine one.
With customes wee live well, but Lawes undoe us.
His bark is worse than his bite.
A gentle heart is tied with an easy thread.
The constancy of the benefit of the yeere in their seasons argues a Deity.
'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.'