We May Be As Good As We

An Accomplished Mathematician, I.e. A Most Wretched Orator.

Nothing Of Worth Or Weight Can Be Achieved With Half A Mind, With A Faint Heart, And With A Lame Endeavor.

Mr Newton, A Fellow Of Our College, And Very Young, Being But The Second Year Master Of Arts; But Of An Extraordinary Genius And Proficiency.

Virtue Is Not A Mushroom, That Springeth Up Of Itself In One Night When We Are Asleep, Or Regard It Not; But A Delicate Plant, That Groweth Slowly And Tenderly, Needing Much Pains To Cultivate It, Much Care To Guard It, Much Time To Mature It, In Our Untoward Soil, In This World's Unkindly Weather.

Upright Simplicity Is The Deepest Wisdom, And Perverse Craft The Merest Shallowness.