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OR a Child's Brain is like an Island uninhabited, and the Blood in the Veins is the Sea that doth surround it; but Time, the great Navigator, plants it with Strength, which cau∣seth the Spirits, as Merchants, to traffique thereto; by which it becomes populated with Thoughts, and builds Towers of Ima∣ginations; the Magistrates, which are Opinions, dwell therin; but the Castles of Fancie are for the Muses, who attend the Queen of Wit; but all Brains are not fertile alike, but are like Islands that are neer the Poles, which are inhabited with no∣thing but Wild Beasts, as Ruff and Rude Bears; others, though they be neerer the Sun, yet are Incipid and Barren, being full of Heaths, bearing nothing but Mossy Ignorance, or else Moo∣rish, being full of Boggs of Sloth, where Lives are swallowed up, sinking insensibly; and some other Brains have rich Soils, but want the manuring of Education, whereby the Thoughts, which are the people, grow lazy, and live brutishly; but those Brains that have rich Soils, moderatly peopled, & well manured, having not more peopled Thoughts than work for their In∣dustry, or so few as not to manage or imploy every part therein;