Bacon

Deriving perfect knowledge from the air
Is merely metaphysical, and easy;
The plain solutions that you will find there
Are general, and far too often cheesy.
To pluck my definitions from the sky
Seems strange to me, and yet I cannot claim
A preference for other ways I try,
For in them all I always find the same
Objections: they care nothing for the great
Unknowables that still have to be known;
They think the mind can bloom and satiate
Within the garden that the hand has grown.
To find some combination is my goal
To serve the physical, but soothe the soul.