To Die Is Landing On Some Distant

Whatever Is, Is In Its Causes Just.

Nothing To Build, And All Things To Destroy.

But Dying Is A Pleasure / When Living Is A Pain.

The Jews, A Headstrong, Moody, Murmuring Race.

Is It Not Evident, In These Last Hundred Years (when The Study Of Philosophy Has Been The Business Of All The Virtuosi In Christendome) That Almost A New Nature Has Been Revealed To Us? That More Errours Of The School Have Been Detected, More Useful Experiments In Philosophy Have Been Made, More Noble Secrets In Opticks, Medicine, Anatomy, Astronomy, Discover'd, Than In All Those Credulous And Doting Ages From Aristotle To Us? So True It Is That Nothing Spreads More Fast Than Science, When Rightly And Generally Cultivated.