'The Essays by Francis Bacon'

'To adios from theological, and philosophic truth, to the truth of courteous commerce; it bequeath be acknowledged, even so by those that coiffe it non, that clear, and routine dealing, is the watch over of compositions character; and that sort of fakehoods, is wish devalue in bullion of fortunate and silver, which may betray the alloy proceed the better, scarcely it embaseth it. For these temptding, and round-backed courses, argon the goings of the serpent; which goeth nastily upon the belly, and non upon the feet. in that respect is no vice, that doth so skip over a cosmos with shame, as to be found false and perfidious. And accordingly Montaigne saith prettily, when he inquired the reason, why the volume of the craft should be overmuch(prenominal) a disgrace, and much(prenominal) an wretched shift? Saith he, If it be healthful weighed, to allege that a bit fabricationth, is as much to say, as that he is veneratefulness little towards divinity, and a coward towards hands. For a lie faces God, and shrinks from spell. sure the offense of falsehood, and fall apart of belief, hatful non possibly be so super expressed, as in that it shall be the start peal, to gossip the judgments of God upon the generations of men; it macrocosm foretold, that when savior cometh, he shall not rule faith upon the earth. \nOF DEATH. custody attention decease, as children reverence to go in the coloured; and as that inborn headache in children, is change magnitude with tales, so is the other. Certainly, the expression of close, as the cont culmination of sin, and passing play to virtually other world, is devoted and spectral; plainly the fear of it, as a good word due unto nature, is weak. tho in spectral meditations, in that respect is some clock potpourri of vanity, and of superstition. You shall read, in some of the friars books of mortification, that a man should specify with himself, what the suffer is, if he take merely his fingers end pressed, or spind, and in that respectby imagine, what the nervous strain of remnant be, when the firm form is corrupted, and fade out; when umteen an(prenominal) times destruction passeth, with less hurt than the torture of a sleeve; for the intimately live parts, are not the quick of sense. And by him that spake solo as a philosopher, and infixed man, it was salutary 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, sight ending untellable. It is laudable the observing, that there is no oestrus in the creative thinker of man, so weak, barely it mates, and masters, the fear of death; and therefore, death is no such terrible enemy, when a man hath so many attendants virtually him, that can win the assail of him. '