https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Twilight_Hours_(1868)/The_Old_Astronomer >Reach me down my Tycho Brahé,—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 till now.
>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.
>But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learnt 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 wiles?
>You may tell that German college that their honour comes too late.