Warre and Physicke are governed by the eye.
He that hath time and looks for better time, time comes that he repents himself of time.
God's mill grinds slow, but sure.
He that will learn to pray, let him go to sea.
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.
Punishment is lame, but it comes.