275 ordspråk av Francis Bacon, Sr.
Francis Bacon, Sr.
Riches are a good handmaid, but the worst mistress
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Riches are for spending.
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Sacred and inspired divinity, the sabaoth and port of all men's labours and peregrinations.
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Seek not proud wealth; but such as thou mayest get justly, use soberly, distribute cheerfully, and love contentedly
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Seek ye first the good things of the mind, and the rest will either be supplied or its loss will not be felt.
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Set it down to thyself, as well to create good precedents as to follow them.
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Severity breedeth fear, but roughness breedeth hate. Even reproofs from authority ought to be grave and not taunting.
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Silence is the virtue of fools.
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Sir Amice Pawlet, when he saw too much haste made in any matter, was wont to say, "Stay a while, that we may make an end the sooner
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States as great engines move slowly.
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Studies perfect nature and are perfected still by experience.
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Studies serve for delight, for ornaments, and for ability.
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Suspicions amongst thoughts are like bats amongst birds, they ever fly by twilight.
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Suspicions that the mind, of itself, gathers, are but buzzes; but suspicions that are artificially nourished and put into men's heads by the tales and whisperings of others, have stings.
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That things are changed, and that nothing really perishes, and that the sum of matter remains exactly the same, is sufficiently certain.
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