Nature Has Concatenated Our Fortunes And Affections

We Should Allow Others' Excellences, To Preserve A Modest Opinion Of Our Own.

No Man Speaketh, Or Should Speak, Of His Prince, That Which He Hath Not Weighed Whether It Will Consist With That Veneration Which Should Be Preserved Inviolate To Him.

Mr Newton, A Fellow Of Our College, And Very Young, Being But The Second Year Master Of Arts; But Of An Extraordinary Genius And Proficiency.

If We Desire To Live Securely, Comfortably, And Quietly, That By All Honest Means We Should Endeavor To Purchase The Good Will Of All Men, And Provoke No Man's Enmity Needlessly; Since Any Man's Love May Be Useful, And Every Man's Hatred Is Dangerous.

Virtue Is Not A Mushroom, That Springeth Up Of Itself In One Night When We Are Asleep, Or Regard It Not; But A Delicate Plant, That Groweth Slowly And Tenderly, Needing Much Pains To Cultivate It, Much Care To Guard It, Much Time To Mature It, In Our Untoward Soil, In This World's Unkindly Weather.