Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.
The World to Bacon does not only owe it's present knowledge, but its future too.
Fortune's unjust; she ruins oft the brave, and him who should be victor, makes the slave.
Men met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they took; Friends to congratulate their friends made haste, And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd.
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
Not to ask is not be denied.