Though fast youth's glorious fable flies, <br />View not the world with worldling's eyes; <br />Nor turn with weather of the time. <br />Foreclose the coming of surprise: <br />Stand where Posterity shall stand; <br />Stand where the Ancients stood before, <br />And, dipping in lone founts thy hand, <br />Drink of the never-varying lore: <br />Wise once, and wise thence evermore.<br /><br />Herman Melville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lone-founts/
