Favour Will As Surely Perish

Good Is To Bee Sought Out, And Evill Attended.

To Write A Verse Or Two Is All The Praise That I Can Raise.

Take Heed Of Foul Dirty Wayes, And Long Sicknesse.

'it's This Accursed Science,' I Cried. 'it's The Very Devil. The Mediaeval Priests And Persecutors Were Right, And The Moderns Are All Wrong. You Tamper With It-and It Offers You Gifts. And Directly You Take Them It Knocks You To Pieces In Some Unexpected Way.'

If Gold Knew What Gold Is, Gold Would Get Gold I Wis.