The Holy Grail 'neath ancient Rosslyn waits / The blade and chalice watch o'er her gates / Adorned by masters loving art she lies / As she rests beneath the starry skies.
There was every orb conceivable on that tomb, except one. The orb which fell from the heavens, and inspired Newtons life's work, work that incurred the wrath of the church. Until his dying day. A P P L E - Apple.