None Are Too Wise To Be Mistaken,

Virtue Is Not A Mushroom, That Springeth Up Of Itself In One Night When We Are Asleep, Or Regard It Not; But A Delicate Plant, That Groweth Slowly And Tenderly, Needing Much Pains To Cultivate It, Much Care To Guard It, Much Time To Mature It, In Our Untoward Soil, In This World's Unkindly Weather.

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.

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

It Consisteth In One Knows Not What, And Springeth Up One Can Hardly Tell How. Its Ways Are Unaccountable And Inexplicable, Being Answerable To The Numberless Rovings Of Fancy And Windings Of Language.

Wherefore For The Public Interest And Benefit Of Human Society It Is Requisite That The Highest Obligations Possible Should Be Laid Upon The Consciences Of Men.