“2597. Keep thy Judgment to thyself. Why should others know what thou art? or paraphrase upon thy Opinion? Herein thou hast the Advantage of changing thy Mind when thou art mistaken, and yet continue ( for ought others know ) in the same Mind.”

— Thomas Fuller (writer)

Introductio ad prudentiam: Part II (1727)

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British physician, preacher, and intellectual 1654–1734

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