One foole makes a hundred.
He that studies his content, wants it.
Whether goest, griefe? where I am wont.
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.
A handful of good life is better than a bushel of learning.
You cannot make a wind-mill goe with a paire of bellowes.