Every One Hath A Foole In His

Though Punishment Be Slow, Still It Comes.

Wealth Is The Conjurer's Devil, Whom, When He Thinks He Hath, The Devil Hath Him.

A Poore Mans Cow Dies A Rich Mans Child.

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.

The Morning Sunne Never Lasts A Day.