Already the convolvulus moth was spinning over the flowers.

How jointlessly, and how jointlessly The frivolous cake sailed by On the waves of the ocean that pointlessly Threw fish to the lilac sky.

As she a black silk cap on him begun / To set, for foil of his milk-white to serve.

But in [Isaac] Newton, science was as easy as breathing; he used the same wit to weigh the moon that he used to buckle his shoes; and all his life was simple, wise, and majestic. So it was in Archimedes,—always self-same, like the sky.