A Morning Sunne, And A

'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.'

No Tye Can Oblige The Perfidious. [no Tie Can Oblige The Perfidious.]

To Gaine Teacheth How To Spend. [to Gain Teacheth How To Spend.]

That Is Gold Which Is Worth Gold.

Spectacles Are Deaths Harquebuze. [spectacles Are Death's Arquebuse.]