

The infant, as soon as nature with great pangs of travail hath set it forth from the womb of its mother into the regions of light, lies, like a sailor cast out from the waves naked upon the earth in utter want and helplessness.
Francis Bacon, Cogitationes De Natura Rerum, (‘Thoughts on the Nature of Things’), 1604.
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