It Is A Madness To

Shame On The Body For Breaking Down While The Spirit Perseveres.

Dreams Are But Interludes, Which Fancy Makes; When Monarch Reason Sleeps, This Mimic Wakes.

He Look'd In Years, Yet In His Years Were Seen A Youthful Vigor, And Autumnal Green.

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?

The World To Bacon Does Not Only Owe It's Present Knowledge, But Its Future Too.