When we view elevated ideas of Nature, the result of that view is admiration, which is always the cause of pleasure.

The World to Bacon does not only owe it's present knowledge, but its future too.

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.

Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?

Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.

And plenty makes us poor.

For they can conquer who believe they can.