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 thenWhat matters Science unto men,At least to me? I would not stay.
Let him, the wiser man who springsHereafter, up from childhood shapeHis action like the greater ape,But I was born to other things.