Author: Nike (---.126.254.80.donpac.ru)
Date: 01-25-06 17:36
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The sculptor, and the painter also, should be trained in these
arts: grammar, geometry, philosophy, medicine, astronomy,
perspective, history, anatomy, theory of design, arithmetic.
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the
source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a
stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as
good as dead: his eyes are closed. --Albert Einstein
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;
Both grace and faults are lov\'d of more and less:
Thou mak\'st faults graces that to thee resort.
As on the finger of a throned queen
The basest jewel will be well esteem\'d,
So are those errors that in thee are seen
To truths translated, and for true things deem\'d.
How many lambs might the stern wolf betray,
If like a lamb he could his looks translate!
How many gazers mightst thou lead away,
if thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state!
But do not so; I love thee in such sort,
As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know\'st thy estimate,
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thy self thou gav\'st, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me to whom thou gav\'st it, else mistaking;
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better judgement making.
Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.