Cassiopeia A, supernova fragment © NASA
Here are some apposite lines for politicians and voters today, quoting from a poet writing over 340 years ago:
"Nothing! thou elder brother even to Shade:
Thou hadst a being ere the world was made,
And well fixed, art alone of ending not afraid.
Ere Time and Place were, Time and Place were not,
When primitive Nothing Something straight begot;
Then all proceeded from the great united What.
……
Is or Is Not, the two great ends of Fate,
And True or False, the subject of debate,
That perfect or destroy the vast designs of state --
…..
But Nothing, why does Something still permit
That sacred monarchs should in council sit
With persons highly thought at best for nothing fit,
While weighty Something modestly abstains
From princes' coffers, and from statesmen's brains,
And Nothing there like stately Nothing reigns?
Nothing! who dwellst with fools in grave disguise,
For whom they reverend shapes and forms devise,
Lawn sleeves and furs and gowns, when they like thee look wise:
French truth, Dutch prowess, British policy,
Hibernian learning, Scotch civility,
Spaniards' dispatch, Danes' wit are mainly seen in thee;
The great man's gratitude to his best friend,
Kings' promises, whores' vows -- towards thee they bend,
Flow swiftly into thee, and in thee ever end."
Upon Nothing, John Rochester c. 1678
John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester c. 1665-70 © National Portrait Gallery London
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