Scipio, thunderbolt of war, at whom
Carthage shuddered, messenger of her doom,
Gave his bones without protest to the grave
As much of course as if a scullion slave.
Did they who trained the energies of mind
To serve, and exalt, or please, humankind,
Pioneered in the Sciences to arm
Against gross Dulness, and by Arts to charm,
Repine when the summons came to leave off,
And not echo it with a glad “Enough”!