Truth Is The Ground Of Science, The

In The Clear Mind Of Virtue Treason Can Find No Hiding-place.

Reason! How Many Eyes Hast Thou To See Evils, And How Dim, Nay, Blind, Thou Art In Preventing Them.

Come Sleep! Oh Sleep, The Certain Knot Of Peace, The Baiting-place Of Wit, The Balm Of Woe, The Poor Man's Wealth, The Prisoner's Release, The Indifferent Judge Between The High And Low.

It Many Times Falls Out That We Deem Ourselves Much Deceived In Others Because We First Deceived Ourselves.

Open Suspecting Of Others Comes Of Secretly Condemning Ourselves.