Time glides with undiscover'd haste; The future but a length behind the past.

If you are for a merry jaunt, I will try, for once, who can foot it farthest.

The people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme, The young men's vision, and the old men's dream!

But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.

War is the trade of kings.

They think too little who talk too much.

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.