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Not hers
To win the sense by words of rhetoric,
Lip-blossoms breathing perishable sweets;
But by the power of the informing Word
Roll sounding onward through a thousand years
Her deep prophetic bodements.
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Truth I pursued, as Fancy sketch'd the way,
And wiser men than I went worse astray.
 is a  Pre-Socratic  philosopher who was known for being obscure. He used paradoxes and mysticism where  Thales, Anaximander, and Anaximenes  before him were trying to be more precise and unified. 
 
 Heraclitus thinks that his wandering and fluctuating path of knowledge, though it seems like fanciful folly to others, isn’t much worse off than the more scientific minded who try to narrow things down to one consistent definition/logic, thus missing the flux of truth.
Translation of a Fragment of Heraclitus