LITMIR.BIZ

      ‘In the time that Fryer Bacon kept his Chamber, hee fell into divers meditations; sometimes into the vanity of Arts and Sciences; then would he condemne himselfe for studying of those things that were so contrary to his Order soules health; and would say, That magicke made a man a Devill: sometimes would hee meditate on divinity; then would hee cry out upon himselfe for neglecting the study of it, and for studying magicke: sometime would he meditate on the shortnesse of mans life, then would he condemne himself for spending a time so short, so ill as he had done his: so would he goe from one thing to another, and in all condemne his former studies.

      ‘And that the world should know how truly he did repent his wicked life, he caused to be made a great fire; and sending for many of his friends, schollers, and others, he spake to them after this manner: My good friends and fellow students, it is not unknown to you, how that through my Art I have attained to that credit, that few men living ever had: of the wonders that I have done, all England can speak, both King and Commons: I have unlocked the secrets of Art and Nature, and let the world see those things that have layen hid since the death of Hermes,5 that rare and profound philosopher: my studies have found the secrets of the Starres; the bookes that I have made of them do serve for precedents to our greatest Doctors, so excellent hath my judgment been therein. I likewise have found out the secrets of Trees, Plants, and Stones, with their several uses; yet all this knowledge of mine I esteeme so lightly, that I wish that I were ignorant and knew nothing, for the knowledge of these things (as I have truly found) serveth not to better a man in goodnesse, but onely to make him proude and thinke too well of himselfe. What hath all my knowledge of Nature’s secrets gained me? Onely this, the losse of a better knowledge, the losse of Divine Studies, which makes the immortal part of man (his soule) blessed. I have found that my knowledge has beene a heavy burden, and has kept downe my good thoughts; but I will remove the cause, which are these Bookes, which I doe purpose here before you all to burne. They all intreated him to spare the bookes, because in them there were those things that after-ages might receive great benefit by. He would not hearken unto them, but threw them all into the fire, and in that flame burnt the greatest learning in the world. Then did he dispose of all his goods; some part he gave to poor schollers, and some he gave to other poore folkes: nothing left he for himselfe: then caused hee to be made in the Church-Wall a Cell, where he locked himselfe in, and there remained till his Death. His time hee spent in prayer, meditation, and such Divine exercises, and did seeke by all means to perswade men from the study of Magicke. Thus lived hee some two years space in that Cell, never comming forth: his meat and drink he received in at a window, and at that window he had discourse with those that came to him; his grave he digged with his owne nayles, and was there layed when he dyed. Thus was the Life and Death of this famous Fryer, who lived most part of his life a Magician, and dyed a true Penitent Sinner and Anchorite.’

      Bacon. Miles, where are you?

      Miles.Hic sum, doctissime et reverendissime Doctor. (Here I am, most learned and reverend Doctor.)

      Bacon.Attulisti nostros libros meos de necromantia? (Hast thou brought my books of necromancy?)

      Miles.Ecce quam bonum et quam jucundum habitare libros in unum! (See how good and how pleasant it is to dwell among books together!)

      Bacon. Now, masters of our academic state

      That rule in Oxford, viceroys in your place,

      Whose heads contain maps of the liberal arts,

      Spending your time in depths of learnèd skill,

      Why flock you thus to Bacon’s secret cell,

      A friar newly stalled in Brazen-nose?

      Say what’s your mind, that I may make reply.

      Burden. Bacon, we hear that long we have suspect,

      That thou art read in Magic’s mystery:

      In pyromancy,7 to divine by flames;

      To tell by hydromancy, ebbs and tides;

      By aeromancy to discover doubts, —

      To plain out questions, as Apollo did.

      Bacon. Well, Master Burden, what of all this?

      Miles. Marry, sir, he doth but fulfil, by rehearsing of these names, the fable of the ‘Fox and the Grapes’: that which is above us pertains nothing to us.

      Burd. I tell thee, Bacon, Oxford makes report,

      Nay, England, and the Court of Henry says

      Thou’rt making of a Brazen Head by art,

      Which shall unfold strange doubts and aphorisms,

      And read a lecture in philosophy:

      And, by the help of devils and ghastly fiends,

      Thou mean’st, ere many years or days be past,

      To compass England with a wall of brass.

      Bacon. And what of this?

      Miles. What of this, master! why, he doth speak mystically; for he knows, if your skill fail to make a Brazen Head, yet Master Waters’ strong ale will fit his time to make him have a copper nose…

      Bacon. Seeing you come as friends unto the friar,

      Resolve you, doctors, Bacon can by books

      Make storming Boreas thunder from his cave,

      And dim fair Luna to a dark eclipse.

      The great arch-ruler, potentate of hell,

      Tumbles when Bacon bids him, or his fiends

      Bow to the force of his pentageron.8 …

      I have contrived and framed a head of brass

      (I made Belcephon hammer out the stuff),

      And that by art shall read philosophy:

      And I will strengthen England by my skill,

      That if ten Cæsars lived and reigned in Rome,

      With all the legions Europe doth contain,

      They should not touch a grass of English ground:

      The work that Ninus reared at Babylon,

      The brazen walls framed by Semiramis,

      Carved out like to the portal of the sun,

      Shall not be such as rings the English strand

      From Dover to the market-place of Rye.