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XXXVII



As a decrepit father takes delight

To see his active child do deeds of youth,

So I, made lame by Fortune\'s dearest spite,

Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth; 

For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,

Or any of these all, or all, or more,

Entitled in thy parts, do crowned sit,

I make my love engrafted, to this store:

So then I am not lame, poor, nor despis\'d,

Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give

That I in thy abundance am suffic\'d,

And by a part of all thy glory live.

  Look what is best, that best I wish in thee:

  This wish I have; then ten times happy me!



XXXVIII



How can my muse want subject to invent,

While thou dost breathe, that pour\'st into my verse

Thine own sweet argument, too excellent

For every vulgar paper to rehearse?

O! give thy self the thanks, if aught in me

Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;

For who\'s so dumb that cannot write to thee,

When thou thy self dost give invention light? 

Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth

Than those old nine which rhymers invocate;

And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth

Eternal numbers to outlive long date.

  If my slight muse do please these curious days,

  The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.

 	--William Shakespeare

I never intended to make art.
Walt Disney, when his work was displayed at the Metropolitan
Museum of Art

It would be possible to describe everything scientifically, but it would
make no sense; it would be without meaning, as if you described a
Beethoven symphony as a variation of wave pressure. -- Albert Einstein