After So Many Deaths I

He That Lives Not Well One Yeare, Sorrowes Seven After. [he That Lives Not Well One Year Sorrows Seven Years After.]

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.

Let All Live As They Would Die.

A Little Given Seasonably Excuses A Great Gift.

Knowledge Is Folly Unless Grace Guide It.