The Mountain Sheep Are Sweeter, But The

They Have Poisoned The Thames And Killed The Fish In The River. A Little Further Development Of The Same Wisdom And Science Will Complete The Poisoning Of The Air, And Kill The Dwellers On The Banks. I Almost Think It Is The Destiny Of Science To Exterminate The Human Race.

Clouds On Clouds, In Volumes Driven, Curtain Round The Vault Of Heaven.

When Scythrop Grew Up, He Was Sent, As Usual, To A Public School, Where A Little Learning Was Painfully Beaten Into Him, And From Thence To The University, Where It Was Carefully Taken Out Of Him.

But Still My Fancy Wanders Free Through That Which Might Have Been.

I Almost Think It Is The Ultimate Destiny Of Science To Exterminate The Human Race.