No Man Speaketh, Or Should Speak, Of

Shall We Keep Our Hands In Our Bosom, Or Stretch Ourselves On Our Beds Of Laziness, While All The World About Us Is Hard At Work, In Pursuing The Designs Of Its Creation?

Slander Is A Complication, A Comprisal And Sum Of All Wickedness.

It Consisteth In One Knows Not What, And Springeth Up One Can Hardly Tell How. Its Ways Are Unaccountable And Inexplicable, Being Answerable To The Numberless Rovings Of Fancy And Windings Of Language.

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.

Because Men Believe Not In Providence, Therefore They Do So Greedily Scrape And Hoard. They Do Not Believe In Any Reward For Charity, Therefore They Will Part With Nothing.