On the Nature of the Universe (Oxford World’s Classics) (48 page)

Something more lovely, pleases most of all,

 

And seems the best; till afterwards some new

 

And better thing is found which spoils and mars

 

What was before, and blunts the taste for it.

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So acorns fell from favour. So the beds

 

Of piled up leaves and herbage were abandoned.

 

So wild beasts’ skins for clothing were despised.

 

And yet this form of dress when first discovered

 

Was I think so much envied that the wearer

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Was murdered for it, and then the coat of skins

 

Was torn to pieces by men fighting for it

 

And stained with blood and lost, no use at all.

 

So skins in those days, gold and purple now,

 

Distract men’s lives and weary them with war.

 

And blame for this I think lies in ourselves.

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For lacking skins the naked sons of earth

 

Were tortured by the cold; but we no harm

 

Can suffer from a lack of purple robes

 

With stars of gold emblazoned, so we have

 

Some commonplace attire to cover us.

 

Therefore always in vain and uselessly

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Men labour, and waste their days in empty cares,

 

Because they fail to see what bounds are set

 

To getting, and what limits to true pleasure.

 

And gradually this evil discontent

 

Has carried life quite out to sea, and from

 

The depths has roused the mighty tides of war.

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But sun and moon the watchmen of the world

 

Circling with light the vast rotating vault

 

Have taught men well that seasons of the year

 

Revolve, and that in all things is established

 

A pattern and order fixed which governs them.

 

Men lived already fenced in with strong towers,

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And a land split up and parcelled out,

 

And ships with flying sails bedecked the sea,

 

And they had friends and allies bound by treaties,

 

And poets began to celebrate in verse

 

The mighty deeds of old; but letters then

 

Had been not long discovered. Therefore our age

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Cannot look back to see those early things

 

Except where reason may point out the traces.

 

Seafaring and farming, city walls, and laws

 

And arms, roads, clothing, and all such other things,

 

All the rewards, all the delights of life,

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Songs, pictures, statues curiously wrought,

 

All these they learnt by practice gradually

 

And by experiments of eager minds

 

As step by step they made their forward way.

 

So each thing in its turn by slow degrees

 

Time doth bring forward to the lives of men,

 

And reason lifts it to the light of day.

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For as one concept followed on another

 

Men saw it form and brighten in their minds

 

Till by their arts they scaled the highest peak.

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BOOK SIX

Athens of glorious name in former days

 

First brought corn-bearing crops to suffering mortals,

 

Brought them new life, established laws for them,

 

And Athens first sweet solace gave to life

 

When she brought forth a man of genius

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Who from his lips revealed the truth of things.

 

His glory, though he be dead, from ancient times

 

For his divine discoveries so far renowned,

 

Is even now exalted to the skies.

 

For when he saw that nearly all those things

 

Which need demands for living were enjoyed

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By mortal men, their life established safe

 

So far as might be, and when he saw them flourish

 

With all that wealth and praise and honour bring,

 

And glorying in the fair fame of their sons,

 

And saw no less that deep in every home

 

Were aching hearts and torments of the mind

 

All hapless, self-inflicted without pause,

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And sorrows breeding furious laments,

 

He understood then that the vessel itself

 

Produced the flaw, and by this flaw corrupted

 

All that came into it however lovely.

 

He saw that it must leak, being riddled with holes,

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And so could not by any means be filled.

 

He saw that, as it were with a noisome flavour,

 

It tainted everything that entered it.

 

Therefore with words of truth he purged men’s hearts

 

And set a limit to desire and fear.

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He showed the nature of that highest good

 

For which all mankind strives, and showed the way,

 

The strait and narrow path which leads to it

 

If we go forward with unswerving steps.

 

He showed the evil in the lives of men

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Flying far and wide, caused either by natural chance

 

Or else by force, as nature so ordained.

 

He showed the sally-ports within the walls

 

From which each different attack could best be met.

 

He proved that mankind mostly without cause

 

Stirred up sad waves of care within their breasts.

 

For we, like children frightened of the dark,

 

Are sometimes frightened in the light—of things

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No more to be feared than fears that in the dark

 

Distress a child, thinking they may come true.

 

Therefore this terror and darkness of the mind

 

Not by the sun’s rays, nor the bright shafts of day,

 

Must be dispersed, as is most necessary,

 

But by the face of nature and her laws.

 

So all the more I press on to complete

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The woven fabric of my argument.

 

I have shown that all the realms of the universe

 

Are mortal, and that the substance of the heavens

 

Had birth; and I have explained most of those things

 

That in the heavens occur and must occur.

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Please listen now to what remains to tell.

 

Since I have dared to mount the Muses’ glorious chariot,

 

I will now tell how storms of wind arise,

 

And then are calmed again, so that all things

 

Return to what they were, all fury spent;

 

And all those other things in earth and sky

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Which men observe, and tremble, wondering,

 

Their hearts laid low through fear of gods, oppressed,

 

Crushed down to earth, because their ignorance

 

Of causes makes them yield to power divine

 

Kingdom and Empire over all that is.

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For men who have been well taught about the gods

 

That they live free from care, may wonder still

 

By what design the world goes on, not least

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Those things they see in heaven above their heads;

 

And then to the old religions back they turn,

 

And cleave to cruel masters whom they think,

 

Unhappy fools, to be all-powerful,

 

Not knowing what can be and what cannot,

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Not knowing in a word how everything

 

Has finite power and deep-set boundary stone.

 

So all the more by blindness of the mind

 

They are driven astray, and wander in the dark.

 

Unless you spew these notions from your mind

 

And banish far away from you all thoughts

 

Unworthy of the gods and alien to their peace,

 

These holy powers, objects of your insults,

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Will often do you mischief. Not because

 

The majesty of the eternal gods

 

Can suffer injury, so that in wrath they seek

 

To wreak revenge. No. You yourself will picture

 

Those quiet beings in their untroubled peace

 

As tossed by violent waves of wrath, and be unable

 

To come before their shrines with quiet mind;

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And those sweet images which to men’s hearts

 

Are borne from holy bodies, messengers

 

Of form divine, these images no more

 

Will come to you, your heart at peace and tranquil.

 

What kind of life must follow is plain enough.

 

That such a life by truest reasoning

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May be banished far from us, though many words

 

I have uttered, much remains to tell, adorned

 

In polished verse. The order of the heavens

 

And visage of the sky must be my theme

 

And storm and lightning flash must be my song,

 

Both what they do and from what cause they spring;

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Lest senselessly you tremble at the sky

 

Divided into parts and speculate

 

Which one the flying fire came from or to which other

 

It went, and in what way it penetrated

 

Through walls of buildings, and having worked its will

 

Inside, made its way out again and so away.

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Calliope, most skilful of the Muses,

 

Solace of men, delight of gods, do you

 

Now go before me as the last lap I run

 

And point the way to the white winning post

 

Marked out for me, that led by you renown

 

May greet me as I win the victor’s crown.

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First, thunder shakes the blue expanse of sky

 

Because clouds flying high across the ether

 

Are dashed together by conflicting winds.

 

For no sound comes from a clear sky, but where

 

The clouds in close formation are deployed

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Often the mighty crash of thunder rolls.

 

Besides, the substance of the clouds can’t be

 

As thick as that of stones or logs, nor yet

 

As thin as that of mist or flying smoke.

 

For either they must fall, by their dead weight

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Dragged down, like stones, or like smoke they’ld be too thin

 

To contain freezing snow or showers of hail.

 

Above the levels of the world outspread

 

They make a noise like that of awnings stretched

 

Across the beams of some great theatre

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That flap and crack under the riotous winds

 

And split and break and make the crackling sound

 

Of tearing paper (for that kind of sound

 

Also you can detect in thunderstorms).

 

Or as when clothing hanging on a line

 

Or sheets of paper whirling in the wind

 

Are slapped and beaten by the sudden gusts.

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Sometimes it happens also that the clouds

 

Cannot meet front to front, but scrape each other

 

Along the sides, moving in opposite directions,

 

And then that dry sound comes which on the ears

 

Grates, long drawn out, until they make their exit

 

Out of close quarters and move free in the sky.

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Another way by which a thunderstorm

 

Has seemed to make the whole earth quake and tremble,

 

By which in sudden shock the mighty walls

 

Of the embracing firmament have seemed

 

To leap apart, is when a sudden gale

 

Of strong winds massed together has thrust its way

 

Into the clouds, and there enclosed in them

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With whirling motion everywhere has scooped out

 

An ever-growing hollow, with a shell

 

Of cloud all round compacted more and more;

 

Then when the force and impulse of the wind

 

Has weakened it, the cloud is torn, and splits,

 

Exploding with a terrifying crash.

 

No wonder: since a small bladder full of air

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Makes such a loud noise when it suddenly bursts.

 

Another way that clouds produce a noise

 

Is when winds blow through them. We often see

 

Clouds branching out in many ways and tattered

 

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