Painting, the eloquence of dumb conceit, When it would figure forth confused passion, Having no tables for the world's receipt, With few parts of a few doth many fashion. Who then would figure worthiness disgraced, Nature and wit imprisoned, or sterved, Kindness a scorn, and courtesy defaced, If he do well paint want, hath well deserved. But who, his art in worlds of woe, would prove, Let him within his heart but cipher love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FEAST OF LIGHTS by EMMA LAZARUS ON THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE by WILLIAM COWPER DIVINA COMMEDIA (INTRODUCTORY POEMS): 1 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PARADISI GLORIA by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS ONE'S-SELF I SING by WALT WHITMAN REST by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: THURSDAY by JOHN BYROM |