Myself when young did eagerly frequent
Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument
About all things but evermore
Came out by the same door where in I went
Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
Of the Two Worlds so wisely--they are thrust
Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn
Are scatter'd, and their Mouths stop with Dust
And their Mouths stop with Dust
Their Words to Scorn
Are scatter'd, and their Mouths stop with Dust
And their Mouths stop with Dust