Be Substantially Great In Thyself, And More

A Man May Be In As Just Possession Of The Truth As Of A City, And Yet Be Forced To Surrender.

To Call Ourselves A Microcosme, Or Little World, I Thought It Onely A Pleasant Trope Of Rhetorick, Till My Neare Judgement And Second Thoughts Told Me There Was A Reall Truth Therein: For First Wee Are A Rude Masse, And In The Ranke Of Creatures, Which Only Are, And Have A Dull Kinde Of Being Not Yet Priviledged With Life, Or Preferred To Sense Or Reason; Next We Live The Life Of Plants, The Life Of Animals, The Life Of Men, And At Last The Life Of Spirits, Running On In One Mysterious Nature Those Five Kinds Of Existence, Which Comprehend The Creatures Not Onely Of World, But Of The Universe.

Where I Cannot Satisfy My Reason, I Love To Humour My Fancy.

Things Evidently False Are Not Only Printed, But Many Things Of Truth Most Falsely Set Forth.

Flattery Is A Juggler, And No Kin Unto Sincerity.