“We will enumerate them by their whole titles From the beginning to the end: William Shakespeare, Robert Greene, George Peele, and Christopher Marlowe’s Stage plays; _The Faerie Queen_, _Shepherd’s Calendar_, And all the works of Edmund Spenser; _The Anatomy of Melancholy_ of Robert Burton, _The History of Henry VII._, _The Natural History_, _The Interpretation of Nature_, _The Great Instauration_, _Advancement of Learning_, _The De Augmentis Scientiarum_, _Our Essays_, and all the other works of our own.” Even when we note that the _Advancement_ and _De Augmentis_ are the English and Latin versions of the same work--a fact that Dr. Owen appears to have overlooked--Mr. Theobald must acknowledge that this represents a very fair literary output, but it does not form the full list of his works. The names of his cipher or interiour works, are enumerated by Mrs. Gallup: “There are five histories as followes: _The Life o’ Elizabeth_, _The Life of Essex_, _The White Rose o’ Britaine_, _The Life and Death of Edward Third_, _The Life of Henry th’ Seventh_; five tragedies: _Mary Queene o’ Scots_, _Robert th’ Earl o’ Essex_ (my late brother), _Robert th’ Earle o’ Leicester_ (my late father), _Death o’ Marlowe_, _Ann Bullen_; three comedies: _Seven Wise Men o’ th’ West_, _Solomon th’ Second_, _The Mouse-Trap_.” _Bacon and “Divine Aide.”_ Bacon himself appears to have been struck with the immensity of his production, and he cast about for some plausible explanation that would justify it in the eyes of his twentieth century admirers. Human endurance and fecundity would, he foresaw, be regarded as unequal to the strain--Divine assistance alone could make so colossal a task possible: “Whosoever may question assertions that tend to shew y’ mankinde evidences of a Divine thought interfusing th’ human minde, hath but to prove it by experiment. He would not bee ready to cavil, or laugh to scorn this assertion, which I may repeate anon, that Divine aide was given me in my work. I have, at th’ least, accomplished a great work in fewe yeares, work of such a difficult nature that no one hand could accomplish, except other than myselfe upheld or directed it.” And “anon,” he repeats, “surely my hand and braine have but short rest. I firmly believe it were not in the power of humane beings to do anie more than I have done, yet I am but partlie satisfied.”