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

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

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

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

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.

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

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