The Labor We Delight In Physics [cures]

Anger's My Meat. I Sup Upon Myself, And So Shall Starve With Feeding.

But Men Are Men; The Best Sometimes Forget.

So Long As Men Can Breathe, Or Eyes Can See, So Long Lives This, And This Gives Life To Thee.

A Time, Methinks, Too Short To Make A World-without-end Bargain In.

Poor And Content Is Rich, And Rich Enough.