Sir Francis Bacon

(1561 - 1626 / England)

Sir Francis Bacon Poems

1. Sing A New Song 1/3/2003
2. The Interpretation Of Nature And 1/1/2004
3. Help Lord 1/3/2003
4. Guiltless Heart 1/3/2003
5. The Life Of Man 1/3/2003

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  • Joshua Aaron Guillory (12/12/2017 6:16:00 PM)

    ''Those who have true skill in the works of the Lord Verulam, like great Masters in Painting, can tell by the Design, the Strength, the way of Colouring, whether he was the Author of this or the other Piece, though his Name be not to it.'' - Archbishop Tenison (1636 - 1731) 'Baconiana or Certaine Genuine Remains of Sir Francis Bacon'

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  • Joshua Aaron Guillory (11/4/2017 2:29:00 PM)

    ''To write with powerful effect, he must write out the life he has led, as did Bacon when he wrote Shakespeare.'' -
    Mark Twain (1835 - 1910)

  • Joshua Aaron Guillory (11/4/2017 1:58:00 PM)

    ''One, though he be excellent and the chief, is not to be imitated alone; for never no imitator ever grew up to his author; likeness is always on this side truth. Yet there happened in my time one noble speaker who was full of gravity in his speaking; his language, where he could spare or pass by a jest, was nobly censorious. No man ever spake more neatly, more presly, more weightily, or suffered less emptiness, less idleness, in what he uttered. No member of his speech but consisted of his own graces. His hearers could not cough, or look aside from him, without loss. He commanded where he spoke, and had his judges angry and pleased at his devotion. No man had their affections more in his power. The fear of every man that heard him was lest he should make an end.'' - Ben Jonson (1572 -1637) 'On Francis Bacon'

Best Poem of Sir Francis Bacon

The Life Of Man

The world's a bubble; and the life of man less than a span.
In his conception wretched; from the womb so to the tomb:
Curst from the cradle, and brought up to years, with cares and fears.
Who then to frail mortality shall trust,
But limns the water, or but writes in dust.
Yet, since with sorrow here we live oppress'd, what life is best?
Courts are but only superficial schools to dandle fools:
The rural parts are turn'd into a den of savage men:
And where's a city from all vice so free,
But may be term'd the worst of all the three?

Domestic cares afflict the ...

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