All intelligent thoughts have already been thought; what is necessary is only to try to think them again. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I see my discourse leaves you cold;
Dear kids, I do not take offense;
Recall: the Devil, he is old,
Grow old yourselves, and he'll make sense!

All Nine often used to come to me, I mean the Muses:
But I ignored them: my girl was in my arms.
Now I've left my sweetheart: and they've left me,
And I roll my eyes, seeking a knife or rope.
But Heaven is full of gods: You came to aid me:
Greetings, Boredom, mother of the Muse.

One says a lot in vain, refusing;
The other mainly hears the "No."