At their parting they say [A Boy! merry meet, merry part.] - Joseph Glanvill

At their parting they use to say, Merry meet merry part, and that before they are carried to their meetings, their Foreheads are anointed with greenish Oyl that they have from the Spirit which smells raw. They for the most part are carried in the Air. As they pass, they say, Thout, tout a tout, tout, throughout and about. Passing back they say, Rentum Tormentum, and another word which she doth not remember.

The precipitancy of disputation, and the stir and noise of Passions, that usually attend it, must needs be prejudicial to Verity.

Though we are certain of many things, yet that Certainty is no absolute Infallibility; there still remains the possibility of our being mistaken in all matters of humane Belief and Inquiry.