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...of Species , 6th Ed., p 162. First Causes of the Universe " have neither goodness nor malice." * " Who trusted God was love indeed, And love Creation's...— Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw, With ravine shrieked against the creed." Are we, then, to banish Final Causes from Science ? Hardly. Bacon's epigrammatic...