The precipitancy of disputation, and the stir and noise of Passions,…

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.

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

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.

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