Mr Newton, A Fellow Of

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.

Incredulity Is Not Wisdom, But The Worst Kind Of Folly. It Is Folly, Because It Causes Ignorance And Mistake, With All The Consequents Of These; And It Is Very Bad, As Being Accompanied With Disingenuity, Obstinacy, Rudeness, Uncharitableness, And The Like Bad Dispositions; From Which Credulity Itself, The Other Extreme Sort Of Folly, Is Exempt.

No Adversity Is In Kind Or Degree Peculiar To Us; But If We Survey The Conditions Of Other Men (of Our Brethren Everywhere, Of Our Neighbours All About Us), And Compare Our Case With Theirs, We Shall Find That We Have Many Consorts And Associates In Adversity, Most As Ill, Many Far Worse Bestead Than Ourselves; Whence It Must Be A Great Fondness And Perverseness To Be Displeased That We Are Not Exempted From, But Exposed To Bear A Share In The Common Troubles And Burdens Of Mankind.

It Is Commonly Said That Revenge Is Sweet, But To A Calm And Considerate Mind, Patience And Forgiveness Are Sweeter.

We Should Allow Others' Excellences, To Preserve A Modest Opinion Of Our Own.