What I Have Left Is From My

Present Joys Are More To Flesh And Blood Than A Dull Prospect Of A Distant Good.

Parting Is Worse Than Death; It Is Death Of Love!

No King Nor Nation One Moment Can Retard The Appointed Hour.

If You Are For A Merry Jaunt, I Will Try, For Once, Who Can Foot It Farthest.

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.