<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519209" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Life of Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world's a bubble; and the life of man less than a span.<br>In his conception wretched; from the womb so to the tomb:<br>Curst from the cradle, and brought up to years, with cares and fears.<br>Who then to frail mortality shall trust,<br>But limns the water, or but writes in dust.<br>Yet, since with sorrow here we live oppress'd, what life is best?<br>Courts are but only superficial schools to dandle fools:<br>The rural parts are turn'd into a den of savage men:<br>And where's a city from all vice so free,<br>But may be term'd the worst of all the three?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Domestic cares afflict the husband's bed, or pains his head:<br>Those that live single, take it for a curse, or do things worse:<br>Some would have children; those that have them none; or wish them gone.<br>What is it then to have no wife, but single thralldom or a double strife?<br>Our own affections still at home to please, is a disease:<br>To cross the sea to any foreign soil, perils and toil:<br>Wars with their noise affright us: when they cease,<br>We are worse in peace:<br>What then remains, but that we still should cry,<br>Not to be born, or being born, to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Francis+Bacon">Sir Francis Bacon</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519209" data-title="The Life of Man de Sir Francis Bacon" data-description="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 the cradle, and brought up to years, with cares and fears. Who then to frail mortality shall trust, But limns the wate..."></div> </div> </div>

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