The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature's eye.
The World to Bacon does not only owe it's present knowledge, but its future too.
A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
Politicians neither love nor hate.
Raw in the fields the rude militia swarms, Mouth without hands; maintained at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence.
They think too little who talk too much.