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

To die is landing on some distant shore.

Reason saw not, till Faith sprung the Light.

Heroic poetry has ever been esteemed the greatest work of human nature.

Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.

What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o'er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?

Prodigious actions may as well be done, by weaver's issue, as the prince's son.