by Punch

“ And though science must have her keen surgeons with lancets.
Her astronomers sage to watch Venus's transits
(From boudoir to drawing-room, doubtless, and back again) ,
Yet as long as life lasts men will tread the old track again,
Will follow the pen, that can wing them afar
To regions beyond the least visible star,
Will smile just awhile at the science experiment.
Then welcome pure poetry's music, depth, merriment. ”