Thus There Is No Doubt

Both Our Senses And Our Passions Are A Supply To The Imperfection Of Our Nature; Thus They Show That We Are Such Sort Of Creatures As To Stand In Need Of Those Helps Which Higher Orders Of Creatures Do Not.

It Is Not At All Incredible, That A Book Which Has Been So Long In The Possession Of Mankind Should Contain Many Truths As Yet Undiscovered.

Pain And Sorrow And Misery Have A Right To Our Assistance: Compassion Puts Us In Mind Of The Debt, And That We Owe It To Ourselves As Well As To The Distressed.

Things And Actions Are What They Are, And The Consequences Of Them Will Be What They Will Be: Why Then Should We Desire To Be Deceived?

The Only Distinct Meaning Of The Word "natural" Is Stated, Fixed, Or Settled; Since What Is Natural As Much Requires And Presupposes An Intelligent Agent To Render It So, I.e. To Effect It Continually Or At Stated Times, As What Is Supernatural Or Miraculous Does To Effect It For Once.