Science stands, a too competant servant, behind her wrangling underbred masters, holding out resources, devices, and remedies they are too stupid to use. ... And on its material side, a modern Utopia must needs present these gifts as taken.

All our pompe the earth covers.

Jest not with the eye or with Religion.

Nothing lasts but the Church.

Bee not idle and you shall not bee longing.

A flatterers throat is an open Sepulcher.

All are not merry that dance lightly.