To Weepe For Joy Is

Disgraces Are Like Cherries, One Drawes Another. [disgraces Are Like Cherries, One Draws Another.]

Science Stands, A Too Competant Servant, Behind Her Wrangling Underbred Masters, Holding Out Resources, Devices, And Remedies They Are Too Stupid To Use. ... And On Its Material Side, A Modern Utopia Must Needs Present These Gifts As Taken.

The Eye Is Bigger Then The Belly. [the Eye Is Bigger Than The Belly.]

The Wolfe Must Dye In His Owne Skinne.

Bells Call Others, But Themselves Enter Not Into The Church.