Perch pensa? Pensando s invecchia.
By Arthur Hugh Clough
To spend uncounted years of pain,
Again, again, and yet again,
In working out in heart and brain
The problem of our being here;
To gather facts from far and near,
Upon the mind to hold them clear,
And, knowing more may yet appear,
Unto ones latest breath to fear,
The premature result to draw
Is this the object, end and law,
And purpose of our being here?