I Go At What I Have To

I Can Conceive Few Human States More Enviable Than That Of The Man To Whom, Panting In The Foul Laboratory, Or Watching For His Life Under The Tropic Forest, Isis Shall For A Moment Lift Her Sacred Veil, And Show Him, Once And For Ever, The Thing He Dreamed Not Of; Some Law, Or Even Mere Hint Of A Law, Explaining One Fact; But Explaining With It A Thousand More, Connecting Them All With Each Other And With The Mighty Whole, Till Order And Meaning Shoots Through Some Old Chaos Of Scattered Observations.

Do Noble Things, Not Dream Them All Day Long: And So Make Life, Death, And The Vast Forever One Grand, Sweet Song.

If Thou Art Fighting Against Thy Sins, So Is God. On Thy Side Is God Who Made All, And Christ Who Died For All And The Spirit Who Alone Gives Wisdom, Purity, And Nobleness.

Oh England Is A Pleasant Place For Them That's Rich And High, But England Is A Cruel Place For Such Poor Folks As I

[a]ll The Ingenious Men, And All The Scientific Men, And All The Fanciful Men, In The World,... Could Never Invent, If All Their Wits Were Boiled Into One, Anything So Curious And So Ridiculous As A Lobster.