To Archimedes once a scholar came,
Teach me, he said, the art that won thy fame;-
The godlike art which gives such boons to toil,
And showers such fruit upon thy native soil;-
The godlike art that girt the town when all
Romes vengeance burst in thunder on the wall!
Thou callst art godlike-it is so, in truth,
And was, replied the master to the youth,
Ere yet its secrets were applied to use-
Ere yet it served beleaguered Syracuse:-
Askst thou from art, but what the art is worth?
The fruit?-for fruit go cultivate the earth.-
He who the goddess would aspire unto,
Must not the goddess as the woman woo!