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.
Ill comes in by ells, and goes out by inches.
The bird loves her nest.
An Idle youth, a needy Age.
When you are an Anvill, hold you still; when you are a hammer, strike your fill.
I had rather aske of my sire browne bread, then borrow of my neighbour white.