I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known. What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night. Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late, But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant's fate. But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn, You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn, What for us are all distractions of men's fellowship and smiles What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles. Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete, Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet, And remember men will scorn it, 'tis original and true, And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you. Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet, When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how We are working to completion, working on from then to now.
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