I think all children love to learn at first,
but many suffer curiosity
to wane as they gain years, as if they’re cursed
to age into dull insipidity.
The lucky are precocious, full of thirst
for power, lusting for maturity.
Though early pain may be their spur, they yearn
forever glad and gratified to learn.

(Ottava Rima)

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