And the will therein lieth, which dieth not. Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigor? For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness, Man doth not yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.

And the will therein lieth, which dieth not. Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigor? For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness, Man doth not yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.

They that never peeped beyond the common belief in which their easy understandings were at first indoctrinated are strongly assured of the truth of their receptions.

The woman in us still prosecutes a deceit like that begun in the garden.

And for mathematical science, he that doubts their certainty hath need of a dose of hellebore.

Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.

Some pretences daunt and discourage us, while others raise us to a brisk assurance.