Canto CXVIII

I trust I have not wasted breath:

      I think we are not wholly brain,

      Magnetic mockeries; not in vain,

Like Paul with beasts, I fought with Death;

Not only cunning casts in clay:

      Let Science prove we are, and then

      What matters Science unto men,

At least to me? I would not stay.

Let him, the wiser man who springs

      Hereafter, up from childhood shape

      His action like the greater ape,

But I was born to other things.