From book Faust( by Johhann Wolfgang von Goethe)

 Nothing can be known---------

I’ve studied now Philosophy

And Jurisprudence, Medicine,—

And even, alas! Theology,—

From end to end, with labor keen;

And here, poor fool! with all my lore

I stand, no wiser than before:

I’m Magister—yea, Doctor—hight,

And straight or cross-wise, wrong or right,

These ten years long, with many woes,

I’ve led my scholars by the nose,—

And see, that nothing can be known!

That knowledge cuts me to the bone.

I’m cleverer, true, than those fops of teachers,

Doctors and Magisters, Scribes and Preachers;

Neither scruples nor doubts come now to smite me,

Nor Hell nor Devil can longer affright me.

For this, all pleasure am I foregoing;

I do not pretend to aught worth knowing,

I do not pretend I could be a teacher

To help or convert a fellow-creature.

Then, too, I’ve neither lands nor gold,

Nor the world’s least pomp or honor hold—

No dog would endure such a curst existence!

Wherefore, from Magic I seek assistance,

That many a secret perchance I reach

Through spirit-power and spirit-speech,

And thus the bitter task forego

Of saying the things I do not know,—

That I may detect the inmost force

Which binds the world, and guides its course;

Its germs, productive powers explore,

And rummage in empty words no more!