Step by step the ladder is ascended.
He that sends a foole expects one.
Thinke of ease, but worke on.
Things well fitted abide.
Woe to the house where there is no chiding.
'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.'