Let An Ill Man Lie

Love Bade Me Welcome, But My Soul Drew Back.

Ill Vessels Seldome Miscarry.

'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.'

Hee That Lives Well Is Learned Enough.

Favour Will As Surely Perish As Life.