With How Much Ease Believe We What

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

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

But Love's A Malady Without A Cure.

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.

We By Art Unteach What Nature Taught.