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...A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG INCIDENT AT BRUGES by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 11. LOVE WILL OUT by PHILIP AYRES ON THE DEATH OF A DAUGHTER by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE ADIEU, TO A FRIEND LEAVING SUFFOLK by BERNARD BARTON URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: DEDICATION TO LADY PENELOPE DYNHAM by WILLIAM BASSE |