Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing.
Little dogs start the Hare, the great get her.
We must recoile a little, to the end we may leap the better.
Good & quickly seldome meete.
Spies are the ears and eyes of Princes.
If we can possibly avoid wrecking this little planet of ours, we will, But-there must be risks! There must be. In experimental work there always are!