You may be on land, yet not in a garden.
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.
When a Lackey comes to hells doore, the devills locke the gates.
A bad workman quarrels with his tools.
The beast that goes alwaies never wants blowes.
Paines to get, care to keep, feare to lose.