Cui Bono?
NAY, vex me not with dead theologies,With creeds outworn and vain polemic strife;To solve the riddles of some future lifeWhy chill my soul with stark philosophies?What then to me is Aristoteles,Plato, or he who had the shrewish wife(Small blame to her!), or Pyrrho’s doubtings, rifeWith contradiction’s maziest subtleties?Only one thing is sure—they all are dead;Sere theologians, wranglers of the schools,Philosophers and creedsmen have surceaseFrom war, their dust no better than the fools’Wherewith ’tis mingled undistinguishèd.So, vex me not, but go your ways in peace...
NAY, vex me not with dead theologies,With creeds outworn and vain polemic strife;To solve the riddles of some future lifeWhy chill my soul with stark philosophies?What then to me is Aristoteles,Plato, or he who had the shrewish wife(Small blame to her!), or Pyrrho’s doubtings, rifeWith contradiction’s maziest subtleties?Only one thing is sure—they all are dead;Sere theologians, wranglers of the schools,Philosophers and creedsmen have surceaseFrom war, their dust no better than the fools’Wherewith ’tis mingled undistinguishèd.So, vex me not, but go your ways in peace...
NAY, vex me not with dead theologies,With creeds outworn and vain polemic strife;To solve the riddles of some future lifeWhy chill my soul with stark philosophies?What then to me is Aristoteles,Plato, or he who had the shrewish wife(Small blame to her!), or Pyrrho’s doubtings, rifeWith contradiction’s maziest subtleties?
NAY, vex me not with dead theologies,
NAY, vex me not with dead theologies,
With creeds outworn and vain polemic strife;
To solve the riddles of some future life
Why chill my soul with stark philosophies?
What then to me is Aristoteles,
Plato, or he who had the shrewish wife
(Small blame to her!), or Pyrrho’s doubtings, rife
With contradiction’s maziest subtleties?
Only one thing is sure—they all are dead;Sere theologians, wranglers of the schools,Philosophers and creedsmen have surceaseFrom war, their dust no better than the fools’Wherewith ’tis mingled undistinguishèd.
Only one thing is sure—they all are dead;
Sere theologians, wranglers of the schools,
Philosophers and creedsmen have surcease
From war, their dust no better than the fools’
Wherewith ’tis mingled undistinguishèd.
So, vex me not, but go your ways in peace...
So, vex me not, but go your ways in peace...