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The barren Muse no lay can bring,
Dry'd up is the Castalian spring
What-not a spark of mental fire,
The sluggard Genius to inspire?
Must the with empty hand appear
she Before the Porter of the year?
Rather in paths untry'd before,
Let us what no where' is, explore.
Lo! whilst the undetermin’d muse,
Now up, now down, the search pursues,
Turns here and there, and round and round;
Nay—do not smile-he's Nothing found.
Nothing more worth than gems we hold, Nothing more precious is than gold;
With kindness, Sir, your ears incline,
No hackney'd, ransack'd theme is mine :
Grecian Grecian and Roman bards, we own,
Thro' all Pieria's heights have flown;
Nothing 's the subject, yet unsung
By Grecian or by Roman tongue.
Where'er, from high Olympian throne,
Bright Ceres on her fields looks down;
Where'er old Ocean shews his face,
And clasps the earth in close embrace ;
NOTHING beginning wants, and end;
NOTHING does bliss complete attend.
If hence, indisputably shine
The pow'r and energy divine,
Worthy the Ruler of the skies?
Nothing's more pleasing to the fight Than the clear day's fair beaming light;
NOTHING more beauteous verdure spreads,
Than water'd lawns, or flow'ry meads.
NOTHING more jocund is than Spring ;
More foft than Zephyr's balmy wing.
of war defies,
And ev’n in tumult sacred lies.
NOTHING, in peace, is right and just.
NOTHING, in treaties, you may trust. .
'Happy, who NOTHING still enjoys ;
Be this my boon, Tibullus cries;
He nor for doubtful lawsuits cares,
Nor baleful fires, nor thieves, nor snares.
Nay—he whom grave old I Zeno owns
The first of wisdom's favour'd sons,
Tho' all things else to fate he leaves,
NOTHING admires, and NOTHING craves.
† An ancient Grecian philosopher, and founder of the feet of Sioics. Among the old | Socratic crew,
'Twas wisdom, NOTHING, Sir, to know ;
And, Sir, I speak it to our praise,
NOTHING's the study now a days ;
Still ’tis our youth's supreme concern
NOTHING, at school, at home, to learn;
Who Nothing know, are sure to rise
To wealth, and fame, and dignities.
Know Nothing-all the sense you'll gain
That fill’d the g Pythagoric bean,
Possess’d a suffrage of * NEGATION.
Many + Many, with Mercury their guide, Earth’s bowels pure have liquefy’d, Willing their substance to consume
|| Socrates said, all his knowledge only served to teach him this, " that he knew NoTHING."
s Pythagoras believed beans had souls, and forbad his disciples to eat them.
* Beans were used in the ancient courts of judicature; the white bean was the sign of a suffrage in favour of the obnoxious person ; the black, of the contrary,
In secret works, and fire, and fume;
Till, with long loss, and labour weak,
They NOTHING find, yet NOTHING fcek.
Not ev’n the man, whose copious brains
Can fum the fands of Afric's plains,
With measuring staff, or out-stretch'd line,
Can boundless Nothing's length define.
Nothing, not Sol's bright influence shares.
Ev'n you, my friend, whose foul profound
Can scale the skies, or pierce the ground;
Whose wise, acute, fagacious mind
+ This alludes to the search after the philosopher's-stone, which at that time particularly exercised the lucubrations of the curious.