A Hatt Is Not Made

'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.'

Into A Mouth Shut Flies Flie Not.

He That Passeth A Winters Day Escapes An Enemy.

Hee That Wipes The Childs Nose, Kisseth The Mothers Cheeke.

Dogs Are Fine In The Field.