Joseph Glanvill

At their parting they say [A Boy! merry meet, merry part.]

The belief of our Reason is an Exercise of Faith; and Faith is an Act of Reason.

Though we are certain of many things, yet that Certainty is no absolute Infallibility; there still remains the possibility of our being mistaken in all matters of humane Belief and Inquiry.

The indisputable Mathematicks, the only Science Heaven hath yet vouchsaft Humanity, have but few Votaries among the slaves of the Stagirite.

The precipitancy of disputation, and the stir and noise of Passions, that usually attend it, must needs be prejudicial to Verity.

Time as a River, hath brought down to us what is more light and superficial; while things more solid and substantial have been immersed.

The Sages of old live again in us; and in opinions there is a Metempsychosis.

The Understanding also hath its Idiosyncrasies, as well as other faculties.

The Woman in us, still prosecutes a deceit, like that begun in the Garden.

The knowledge we have of the Mathematicks, hath no reason to elate us; since by them we know but numbers, and figures, creatures of our own, and are yet ignorant of our Maker's.

For Mathematical Sciences, he that doubts their certainty, hath need of a dose of Hellebore.