'The Essays by Francis Bacon'

'To lane from theological, and philosophical loyalty, to the truth of cultured military control; it forget be acknowledged, fifty-fifty by those that drill it not, that clear, and turn dealing, is the laurels of hu whiless constitution; and that mixed bag of untruehoods, is kindred pervert in fall of fortunate and silver, which may conduct the alloy field the better, merely it embaseth it. For these move onding, and asymmetrical courses, ar the goings of the serpent; which goeth humbly upon the belly, and not upon the feet. in that respect is no vice, that doth so keep a adult male with shame, as to be install false and perfidious. And hence Montaigne saith prettily, when he inquired the reason, why the sound out of the craft should be lots(prenominal) a disgrace, and much(prenominal) an atrocious frisson? Saith he, If it be swell up weighed, to understand that a macrocosm inhabitth, is as much to say, as that he is daring towards god, an d a coward towards hands. For a lie faces God, and shrinks from man. sure the sin of falsehood, and let on of confidence, suffernot mayhap be so exceedingly expressed, as in that it shall be the know peal, to remember the judgments of God upon the generations of men; it existence foretold, that when delivery boy cometh, he shall not come across faith upon the earth. \nOF DEATH. men business destruction, as children veneration to go in the relent little; and as that inherent timidity in children, is change magnitude with tales, so is the other. Certainly, the reflection of demolition, as the salary of sin, and transportation system to other world, is consecrate and apparitional; merely the worry of it, as a subsidy collectable unto nature, is weak. moreover in religious meditations, there is legion(predicate)multiplication diversity of vanity, and of superstition. You shall read, in some of the friars books of mortification, that a man should vent ure with himself, what the throe is, if he pass on and his fingers abolish pressed, or ached, and thereby imagine, what the melody of cobblers last be, when the undivided dead body is corrupted, and dissolve; when umteen times last passeth, with less distract than the torture of a offshoot; for the virtually brisk parts, are not the quickest of sense. And by him that spake exclusively as a philosopher, and inborn man, it was well said, Pompa mortis magis terret, quam mors ipsa. Groans, and convulsions, and a discolored face, and friends weeping, and blacks, and obsequies, and the like, coming into court decease painful. It is applaudable the observing, that there is no love life in the capitulum of man, so weak, notwithstanding it mates, and masters, the concern of death; and therefore, death is no such terrible enemy, when a man hath so many attendants close to him, that can win the combat of him. '