A Voyage to the Moon

f Miracles; and of Curing by the Imagination.

Next Morning, so soon as I awoke, I went to call up my Antagonist. “It is,” said I, accosting him, “as great a Miracle to find a great Wit, like yours, buried in Sleep, as to see Fire without Heat and Action:” He bore with this ugly Compliment; “but,” (cryed he, with a Cholerick kind of Love) “will you never leave these Fabulous Terms? Know, that these Names defame the Name of a Philosopher; and that seeing the wise Man sees nothing in the World, but what he conceives, and judges may be conceived, he ought to abhor all those Expressions of Prodigies, and extraordinary Events of Nature, which Block heads have invented to excuse the Weakness of their Understanding.”