Learn wisdom, this is wisdom, cry
The teachers; and the teachers die.
What should it profit me were mine
The wisdom of the Antonine,
Or Plato’s? What is it to me
If that be wisdom or this be?
I know the same unfaded world,
A pebble from the brook, is hurled
Forth from Time’s sling through endless ways,
And I shall have no part or place
Save in the pebble’s senseless speed.
Wherein shall wisdom to my need
Minister? how shall wisdom save
From the last folly of the grave?
(Arthur Symons)
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