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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416223" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the Painter Preparing to Draw M.M.H.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be not too forward, painter; 'tis <br>More for thy fame, and art, to miss <br>All other faces, than come near <br>The Lady, that expecteth here. <br>Be wise, and think it less disgrace <br>To draw an angel, than her face; <br>For in such forms, who is so wise <br>To tell thee where thy error lies? <br>But since all beauty (that is known) <br>Is in her virgin sweetness one, <br>How can it be, that painting her <br>But every look should make thee err? <br>But thou art resolute I see; <br>Yet let my fancy walk with thee: <br>Compose a ground more dark and sad, <br>Than that the early Chaos had, <br>And show, to the whole sex's shame, <br>Beauty was darkness till she came. <br>Then paint her eyes, whose active light <br>Shall make the former shadows bright, <br>And with their every beam supply <br>New day, to draw her picture by. <br>Now, if thou wilt complete the face, <br>A wonder paint in every place. <br>Beneath these, for her fair neck's sake, <br>White as the Paphian Turtles, make <br>A pillar, whose smooth base doth show <br>It self lost in a mount of snow; <br>Her breast, the house of chaste desire, <br>Cold, but increasing others' fire. <br>But how I lose (instructing thee) <br>Thy pencil, and my poetry! <br>For when thou hast expressed all art, <br>As high as truth, in every part, <br>She can resemble at the best, <br>One, in her beauty's silence dressed, <br>Where thou, like a dull looker-on, <br>Art lost, and all thy art undone; <br>For if she speak, new wonders rise <br>From her teeth, chin, lip, and eyes; <br>So far above that excellent <br>Did take thee first, thou should repent <br>To have begun, and lose i'th'end <br>Thy eyes with wonder how to mend. <br>At such a loss, here's all thy choice, <br>Leave off, or paint her with a voice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Shirley">James Shirley</a><div class=q>
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More for thy fame, and art, to miss 
All other faces, than come near 
The Lady, that expecteth here. 
Be wise, and think it less disgrace 
To draw an angel, than her face; 
For in such forms, who is so wise 
To t..."></div>
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