We Should Allow Others' Excellences, To Preserve

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.

There Do Remain Dispersed In The Soil Of Human Nature Divers Seeds Of Goodness, Of Benignity, Of Ingenuity, Which, Being Cherished, Excited, And Quickened By Good Culture, Do, By Common Experience, Thrust Out Flowers Very Lovely, And Yield Fruits Very Pleasant Of Virtue And Goodness.

No Adversity Is In Kind Or Degree Peculiar To Us; But If We Survey The Conditions Of Other Men (of Our Brethren Everywhere, Of Our Neighbours All About Us), And Compare Our Case With Theirs, We Shall Find That We Have Many Consorts And Associates In Adversity, Most As Ill, Many Far Worse Bestead Than Ourselves; Whence It Must Be A Great Fondness And Perverseness To Be Displeased That We Are Not Exempted From, But Exposed To Bear A Share In The Common Troubles And Burdens Of Mankind.

Mathematics - The Unshaken Foundation Of Sciences, And The Plentiful Fountain Of Advantage To Human Affairs.

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