The First Dish Pleaseth All.

We Batchelors Laugh And Shew Our Teeth, But You Married Men Laugh Till Your Hearts Ake.

'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.'

Were It Not For The Bone In The Legge, All The World Would Turne Carpenters (to Make Them Crutches).

An Idle Head Is A Boxe For The Winde.

Every One Fastens Where There Is Gaine.