“We that acquaint ourselves with every zone,
And pass both tropics and behold the poles,
When we come home, are to ourselves unknown,
And unacquainted still with our own souls.”

Stanza 25.
Nosce Teipsum (1599)

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English poet, lawyer, and politician, born 1569 1569–1626

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