“That in our proper motion we ascend Up to our native seat: descent and fall To us is…”

“I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon Riding near her highest noon,…”

“O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there, To waft us home the message of despair?”

“Study me as much as you like, you will not know me, for I differ in a hundred…”

“Not that the earth doth yield In hill or dale, in forest or in field, A rarer plant.”

“To observations which ourselves we make, We grow more partial for th' observer's sake.”