But how can finite grasp Infinity?

War is the trade of kings.

The bravest men are subject most to chance.

Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.

But dying is a pleasure / When living is a pain.

I am devilishly afraid, that's certain; but ... I'll sing, that I may seem valiant.

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.