PUPIL.
As I think, I exist. "Tis good! But who always is thinking?
Oft I"ve existed e"en when I have been thinking of naught.
SECOND PHILOSOPHER.
Since there are things that exist, a thing of all things there must needs be; In the thing of all things dabble we, just as we are.
THIRD PHILOSOPHER.
Just the reverse, say I. Besides myself there is nothing; Everything else that there is is but a bubble to me.
FOURTH PHILOSOPHER.
Two kinds of things I allow to exist,--the world and the spirit; Naught of others I know; even these signify one.
FIFTH PHILOSOPHER.
I know naught of the thing, and know still less of the spirit; Both but appear unto me; yet no appearance they are.
SIXTH PHILOSOPHER.
I am I, and settle myself,--and if I then settle Nothing to be, well and good--there"s a nonent.i.ty formed.
SEVENTH PHILOSOPHER.
There is conception at least! A thing conceived there is, therefore; And a conceiver as well,--which, with conception, make three.
PUPIL.
All this nonsense, good sirs, won"t answer my purpose a t.i.ttle: I a real principle need,--one by which something is fixed.
EIGHTH PHILOSOPHER.
Nothing is now to be found in the theoretical province; Practical principles hold, such as: thou canst, for thou shouldst.
PUPIL.
If I but thought so! When people know no more sensible answer, Into the conscience at once plunge they with desperate haste.
DAVID HUME.
Don"t converse with those fellows! That Kant has turned them all crazy; Speak to me, for in h.e.l.l I am the same that I was.
LAW POINT.
I have made use of my nose for years together to smell with; Have I a right to my nose that can be legally proved?
PUFFENDORF.
Truly a delicate point! Yet the first possession appeareth In thy favor to tell; therefore make use of it still!
SCRUPLE OF CONSCIENCE.
Willingly serve I my friends; but, alas, I do it with pleasure; Therefore I often am vexed that no true virtue I have.
DECISION.
As there is no other means, thou hadst better begin to despise them; And with aversion, then, do that which thy duty commands.
THE HOMERIDES.
Who is the bard of the Iliad among you? For since he likes puddings, Heyne begs he"ll accept these that from Gottingen come.
"Give them to me! The kings" quarrel I sang!"-- "I, the fight near the vessels!"--"Hand me the puddings!
I sang what upon Ida took place!"
Gently! Don"t tear me to pieces! The puddings will not be sufficient; He by whom they are sent destined them only for one.
G. G.
Each one, when seen by himself, is pa.s.sably wise and judicious; When they in corpore are, naught but a blockhead is seen.
THE MORAL POET.
Man is in truth a poor creature,--I know it,--and fain would forget it; Therefore (how sorry I am!) came I, alas, unto thee!
THE DANAIDES.
Into the sieve we"ve been pouring for years,-- o"er the stone we"ve been brooding; But the stone never warms,--nor does the sieve ever fill.
THE SUBLIME SUBJECT.
"Tis thy Muse"s delight to sing G.o.d"s pity to mortals; But, that they pitiful are,--is it a matter for song?
THE ARTIFICE.
Wouldst thou give pleasure at once to the children of earth and the righteous?
Draw the image of l.u.s.t--adding the devil as well!
IMMORTALITY.
Dreadest thou the aspect of death! Thou wishest to live on forever?