All Empire Is No More Than Power

When Beauty Fires The Blood, How Love Exalts The Mind!

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

Time Glides With Undiscover'd Haste; The Future But A Length Behind The Past.

What Judgment I Had Increases Rather Than Diminishes; And Thoughts, Such As They Are, Come Crowding In So Fast Upon Me, That My Only Difficulty Is To Choose Or Reject; To Run Them Into Verse Or To Give Them The Other Harmony Of Prose.

If Thou Dost Still Retain The Same Ill Habits, The Same Follies, Too, Still Thou Art Bound To Vice, And Still A Slave.