Come, boys, bundle up well, because it's going to be a cold drive. I'll run ahead to get the others,

Regrets, I've had a few, but then again too few to mention.

that we act our temporal affairs with a deſire no greater than our neceſſity

Of our millions of worlds they knew of only one, or half-a-one, say, so that their God was not greatly great, but littly great...