{"id":436,"date":"2010-05-08T17:34:45","date_gmt":"2010-05-08T17:34:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=436"},"modified":"2017-07-11T03:16:18","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T03:16:18","slug":"the-world-by-lord-francis-bacon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/the-world-by-lord-francis-bacon\/","title":{"rendered":"THE WORLD by Lord Francis Bacon"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Francis Bacon (1561-1628)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

THE WORLD<\/h2>\n

by Lord Francis Bacon of Verulam<\/p>\n

The World’s a bubble, and the Life of Man
\nLess than a span: In his conception wretched, from the womb,
\nSo to the tomb; Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years
\nWith cares and fears. Who then to frail mortality shall trust,
\nBut limns on water, or but writes in dust.<\/p>\n

Yet whilst with sorrow here we live opprest,
\nWhat life is best? Courts are but only superficial schools
\nTo dandle fools: The rural parts are turned into a den
\nOf savage men: And where’s a city from foul vice so free,
\nBut may be termed the worst of all the three?<\/p>\n

Domestic cares afflict the husband’s bed,
\nOr pains his head: Those that live single, take it for a curse,
\nOr do things worse: Some would have children: those that have them, moan
\nOr wish them gone: What is it, then, to have or have no wife,
\nBut single thraldom, or a double strife?<\/p>\n

Our own affection still at home to please
\nIs a disease: To cross the seas to any foreign soil,
\nPeril and toil: Wars with their noise affright us; when they cease,
\nWe are worse in peace;? What then remains, but that we still should cry
\nFor being born, or, being born, to die?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

THE WORLD by Lord Francis Bacon of Verulam 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 his cradle, and brought up to years With cares and fears. Who then to frail mortality shall trust, But limns on…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[12,414],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-436","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1600s","category-classic-poems"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/436","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=436"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/436\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=436"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=436"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=436"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}