_Let us therefore cast our eye upon the Present Work of this extroardinary Philosopher, and therein let us admire his profound Judgment and vigorous Fancy, for if we seriously consider it, we shall hardly find a more solid close piece of Reasoning either in this or Foregoing ages; ~Here~, what was commonly asserted without proof, is not only proved but ~Mathematically~ Demonstrated, ~viz.~ That ~God is the Fountain and Original of Truth~; His sharp Wit, like ~Hannibals~ Vinegar, hath eaten thro the Mazing and overtowring hills of Errors, a Plain and Pleasant Way to the Divine seat of Knowledge._ _In fine, such is the Excellence of these six Meditations, that I cannot resemble his Performance herein better than to the Six Days Work of the Supream Architect; and certainly next to the Creation of All things out of Nothing, the Restauration of Truth out of Errors is the most Divine Work; so that (with Reverence be it spoken) the Incomparable ~Des-Cartes~ does hereby deserve as it were the name of a Creatour. In the first Meditation we are Presented with a Rude and Indigested Chaos of Errours and Doubts, till the Divine spirit of the Noble ~Des-Cartes~ (pardon the Boldness of the Expression) ~moves upon the confused face of these Waters~, and thereout produces some ~clear~ and ~distinct Light~; by which ~Sun-shine~ he proceeds to bring forth and cherish other ~Branches of Truth~; Till at last by a six Days Labour he Establishes this Fair Fabrick (as I may call it) of the ~Intellectual World~ on foundations that shall never be shaken. Then sitting down with rest and satisfaction he looks upon this his Off-spring and Pronounces it ~Good~._