None Are Too Wise To Be Mistaken,

Mr Newton, A Fellow Of Our College, And Very Young, Being But The Second Year Master Of Arts; But Of An Extraordinary Genius And Proficiency.

Shall We Keep Our Hands In Our Bosom, Or Stretch Ourselves On Our Beds Of Laziness, While All The World About Us Is Hard At Work, In Pursuing The Designs Of Its Creation?

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

If We Desire To Live Securely, Comfortably, And Quietly, That By All Honest Means We Should Endeavor To Purchase The Good Will Of All Men, And Provoke No Man's Enmity Needlessly; Since Any Man's Love May Be Useful, And Every Man's Hatred Is Dangerous.

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.