To Archimedes once a scholar came, <br />"Teach me," he said, "the art that won thy fame;-- <br />The godlike art which gives such boons to toil, <br />And showers such fruit upon thy native soil;-- <br />The godlike art that girt the town when all <br />Rome's vengeance burst in thunder on the wall!" <br />"Thou call'st art godlike--it is so, in truth, <br />And was," replied the master to the youth, <br />"Ere yet its secrets were applied to use-- <br />Ere yet it served beleaguered Syracuse:-- <br />Ask'st thou from art, but what the art is worth? <br />The fruit?--for fruit go cultivate the earth.-- <br />He who the goddess would aspire unto, <br />Must not the goddess as the woman woo!"<br /><br />Friedrich Schiller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/archimedes/
