The Groundsell Speakes Not Save

He Hath Great Neede Of A Foole, That Plaies The Foole Himselfe.

Sundays Observe; Think When The Bells Do Chime, 't Is Angels' Music.

After The House Is Finisht, Leave It.

If We Can Possibly Avoid Wrecking This Little Planet Of Ours, We Will, But-there Must Be Risks! There Must Be. In Experimental Work There Always Are!

A Curst Cow Hath Short Hornes. [a Curst Cow Has Short Horns.]