"The images of men’s wits and knowledges remain in books, exempted from the wrong of time and capable of perpetual renovation."

Historical Fact...

In Burton’s Parliamentary Diary, Vol. IV. p. 135, Osborn says : "Queen Elizabeth had a son, bred in the state of Venice, and a daughter, I know not where or when; with other strange tales that went on, I neglect to insert, as fitter for a romance than to mingle with so much truth and integrity as I profess.”

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The Medieval Era

The Uncrowned King video Part 1

On the twenty-second of January, 1561, there was born in London the world's greatest genius - born not for an age but for all time. He is known to history as Francis Bacon. He is the Supreme Enigma of the human race.

Mystery surrounds his birth, his life, his death. He is the unsolved Riddle of the Schoolmen. He is the Sphinx of the Elizabethan Age, the Age which links the modern world to Medievalism. He crouches still beneath the Pyramid of Knowledge which he created.

His eyes still look questioningly at the generations of men who pass to the Eternities along the road of dusty death: and around his lips there still hovers a strange smile which mockingly seems to challenge each passer-by...

Why goest thou by so fast?
Read, if thou casnt, whom envious Death hath plast
Within this Monument?

(The Inscription on the Shakespeare Monument at Stratford)

In other words, "Whom do men say that I am?"

Stratford Monument

The real story of Francis Bacon's life is more wonderful than any tale conceived by the great Romanticists - Munchausen, Maupassant, or modernists like Wells.

Humour, tragedy, sublimity, pathos - the great passions which make us men - are the strands which were woven into the very fibre of his being.

Though he conquered Fate, yet he was powerless to avert his appointed destiny. And though Time which gave, confounded her own gifts and apparently destroyed him, yet he has revenged himself on Time by producing the choicest flowers of Immortal Thought from the Garden of his own Heart, flowers that were rooted in his own life, for ever to bloom in the domains of Science, Art, Philosophy, and Poetry.

They are Immortelles which will outlive Time - putting her to scorn, for they belong, like their Creator, to the Eternities.

The Medieval Era continued...