I shall therefore confine my, ſelf to thoſe Things which ſo juſtly gain'd Lord Bacon the Eſteem of all Europe.
The moſt ſingular, and the beſt of all his Pieces, is that which, at this Time, is the moſt uſeleſs and the leaſt read, I mean his Novum Scientiarum Organum. This is the Scaffold with which the new Philoſophy was rais'd; and when the Edifice was built, Part of it at leaſt, the Scaffold was no longer of Service.
The Lord Bacon was not yet acquainted with Nature, but then he knew, and pointed out, the ſeveral Paths that lead to it. He had deſpis'd in his younger Years the Thing call'd Philophy in the Univerſities; and did all that lay in his Power to prevent thoſe Societies of Men, inſtituted to improve human Reaſon, from depraving it by their Quiddities, their Horrors of the Vacuum, their ſubſtantial Forms, and all thoſe impertinent Terms which not only Ignorance had rendred venerable, but which had been made ſacred, by their being ridiculouſly blended with Religion.
