Go seek the earth and ocean,
For smallest things you guess;
Yes, bring the atom from the air,
And still my second’s less.
The traitor, when condemn’d to die,
May calm his cares and pray;
Yet when the axe sounds "dust to dust,"
My whole he’s borne away.
243. Change my head eight different times, and make (1) a plant, (2) a necessity, (3) a reward, (4) to nourish, (5) an exploit, (6) to notice, (7) a pipe, (8) a produce.