Men Are But Children Of A Larger

Beware Of The Fury Of The Patient Man.

Like Pilgrims To Th' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.

Interest Makes All Seem Reason That Leads To It.

Arts And Sciences In One And The Same Century Have Arrived At Great Perfection; And No Wonder, Since Every Age Has A Kind Of Universal Genius, Which Inclines Those That Live In It To Some Particular Studies; The Work Then, Being Pushed On By Many Hands, Must Go Forward.

Much Malice Mingled With A Little Wit Perhaps May Censure This Mysterious Writ.