What, then, remains but that we still should cry, For being born, and, being born, to die?
Francis BaconBut the images of men's wits and knowledges remain in books, exempted from the wrong of time, and capable of perpetual renovation.
Francis BaconWhat, then, remains but that we still should cry, For being born, and, being born, to die?
Francis BaconBut the images of men's wits and knowledges remain in books, exempted from the wrong of time, and capable of perpetual renovation.
Francis Bacon