Where There Is No Common Power, There

No Arts, No Letters - No Society.

Scientia Potentia Est, Sed Parva; Quia Scientia Egregia Rara Est, Nec Proinde Apparens Nisi Paucissimis, Et In Paucis Rebus. Scientiae Enim Ea Natura Est, Ut Esse Intelligi Non Possit, Nisi Ab Illis Qui Sunt Scientia Praediti.

Laughter Is Nothing Else But Sudden Glory Arising From Some Sudden Conception Of Some Eminency In Ourselves, By Comparison With The Infirmity Of Others, Or With Our Own Formerly.

And As To The Faculties Of The Mind, Setting Aside The Arts Grounded Upon Words, And Especially That Skill Of Proceeding Upon Generall, And Infallible Rules, Called Science; Which Very Few Have, And But In Few Things; As Being Not A Native Faculty, Born Within Us; Nor Attained, (as Prudence,) While We Look After Somewhat Else.

Such Is The Nature Of Men, That Howsoever They May Acknowledge Many Others To Be More Witty, Or More Eloquent, Or More Learned; Yet They Will Hardly Believe There Be Many So Wise As Themselves.