But, ha! what’s that?—the shades of bards and kings
Press on my lips their fingers! What they mean is,
I am not to reveal these hidden things.
Mortal, farewell! Till Science ’self unbind them,
Men must e’en take these secrets as they find them.
Mummius.
From The Saturday Magazine. Vol. IV.
Lines to the Western Mummy.
O stranger, whose repose profound