I trust I have not wasted breath: I think we are not wholly brain, Magnetic mockeries; not in vain, Like Paul with beasts, I fought with Death;
Not only cunning casts in clay: Let Science prove we are, and then What matters Science unto men, At least to me? I would not stay.
Let him, the wiser man who springs Hereafter, up from childhood shape His action like the greater ape, But I was born to other things.