Let No One Think Or Maintain That

Virtue Is Like Precious Odours,-most Fragrant When They Are Incensed Or Crushed.

The Rising Unto Place Is Laborious, And By Pains Men Come To Greater Pains; And It Is Sometimes Base, And By Indignities Men Come To Dignities. The Standing Is Slippery, And The Regress Is Either A Downfall, Or At Least An Eclipse.

The Human Understanding Is Of Its Own Nature Prone To Suppose The Existence Of More Order And Regularity In The World Than It Finds. And Though There Be Many Things In Nature Which Are Singular And Unmatched, Yet It Devises For Them Parallels And Conjugates And Relatives Which Do Not Exist. Hence The Fiction That All Celestial Bodies Move In Perfect Circles, Spirals And Dragons Being (except In Name) Utterly Rejected.

Dreams, And Predictions Of Astrology....ought To Serve But For Winter Talk By The Fireside.

One Of The Fathers Saith . . . That Old Men Go To Death, And Death Comes To Young Men.