Where Is The Man Who Has Been Tried And Found Strong And Sound? Where Is The Friend Of Reason And Of Knowledge? I See Only Sceptics And Weaklings. I See Only Prisoners In The Durance Of The Senses, And Every Fool And Every Spendthrift Thinks Himself As Great A Master As Aristotle. Think'St Thou That They Have Written Poems? Call'St Thou That A Song? I Call It The Cackling Of Ravens. The Zeal Of The Prophet Must Free Poesy From The Embrace Of Wanton Youths. My Song I Have Inscribed On The Forehead Of Time, They Know And Hate It - For It Is Lofty. Solomon Ben Judah Gabirol (Died Between 1070-80.)