And as for man's perfection, I assure you if I had perceived any signs of it, I would have written a volume in praise of the human race. But since I have not yet seen it, and as it is improbable I ever shall see it, I think of leaving in my will a certain sum of money for the purpose of procuring an annual panegyric of the human race, to be publicly recited from the time of its perfection, and to pay for the erection of a temple, statue, or monument, as may be judged best, to commemorate the event.
[COPERNICUS:]
A DIALOGUE IN FOUR SCENES.
Scene I.—The First Hour and the Sun.
First Hour. Good day, Excellency.
Sun. Thanks; good-night as well.
First Hour. The horses are waiting, your Excellency.
Sun. Very well.