Restless at home, and ever prone to range.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature's eye.
For mysterious things of faith, rely on the proponent, Heaven's authority.
I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet love to wander in that golden maze.
All delays are dangerous in war.
The World to Bacon does not only owe it's present knowledge, but its future too.