The World To Bacon Does Not Only

Present Joys Are More To Flesh And Blood Than A Dull Prospect Of A Distant Good.

Not Sharp Revenge, Nor Hell Itself Can Find, A Fiercer Torment Than A Guilty Mind, Which Day And Night Doth Dreadfully Accuse, Condemns The Wretch, And Still The Charge Renews.

Sculptors Are Obliged To Follow The Manners Of The Painters, And To Make Many Ample Folds, Which Are Unsufferable Hardness, And More Like A Rock Than A Natural Garment.

Plots, True Or False, Are Necessary Things, To Raise Up Commonwealths And Ruin Kings.

If Passion Rules, How Weak Does Reason Prove!