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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457170" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Protogenes And Apelles</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When poets wrote and painters drew<br>As Nature pointed out the view,<br>Ere Gothic forms were known in Greece<br>To spoil the well-proportion'd piece;<br>And in our verse ere Monkish rhymes<br>Had jangled their fantastic chimes;<br>Ere on the flowery lands of Rhodes<br>Those knights had fix'd their dull abodes,<br>Who knew not much to paint or write,<br>Nor cared to pray, nor dared to fight;<br>Protogenes, historians note,<br>Lived there, a burgess, scot and lot;<br>And as old Pliny's writings show<br>Apelles did the same at Co. <br>Agreed these points of time and place,<br>Proceed we in the present case.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Piqued by Protogenes's fame,<br>From Co to Rhodes Apelles came<br>To see a rival and a friend,<br>Prepared to censure or commend;<br>Here to absolve, and there object,<br>As art with candour might direct.<br>He sails, he lands, he comes, he rings;<br>His servants follow with the things:<br>Appears the governante of the house,<br>For such in Greece were much in use;<br>If young or handsome, yea or no,<br>Concerns not me or thee to know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does Squire Protogenes live here?<br>Yes Sir, says he, with gracious air,<br>And curtesy low, but just call'd out<br>By lords peculiarly devout,<br>Who came on purpose, Sir, to borrow<br>Our Venus for the feast to-morrow<br>To grace the church: 'tis Venus day;<br>I hope Sir you intend to stay<br>To see our Venus: 'tis the piece<br>The most renown'd throughout all Greece<br>So like th' original they say;<br>But I have no great skill that way.<br>But, Sir, at six ('tis now past three)<br>Dromo must make my master's tea:<br>At six, Sir, if you please to come, <br>You'll find my master, Sir, at home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tea, says a critic, big with laughter,<br>Was found some twenty years ages after.<br>Authors, before they write, should read,<br>'Tis very true; but we'll proceed.<br>And, Sir, at present would you please<br>To leave your name - Fair maiden, yes.<br>Reach me that board. No sooner spoke<br>But done. With one judicious stroke<br>On the plain ground Appelles drew<br>A circle regularly true.<br>And will you please, Sweet-heart, said he,<br>To show your master this from me?<br>By it he presently will know<br>How painters write their names at Co. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He gave the pannel to the maid.<br>Smiling and curtesying, Sir, she said,<br>I shall not fail to tell my master:<br>And, Sir, for fear of all disaster <br>I'll keep it my own self : Safe bind,<br>Says the old proverb and safe find.<br>So, Sir, as sure as a key or lock -<br>Your servant, Sir, - at six o'clock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again at six Apelles came,<br>Found the same prating civil dame.<br>Sir, that my master has been here<br>Will by the board itself appear:<br>If from the perfect line be found<br>He has presumed to swell the round,<br>Or colours on the draught to lay,<br>'Tis thus, (he order'd me to say)<br>Thus write the painters of this isle;<br>Let those of Co remark the style.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She said; and to his hand restored<br>The rival pledge, the missive board.<br>Upon the happy line were laid<br>Such obvious light and easy shade,<br>That Paris' apple stood confest,<br>Or Leda's egg, or Cloe's breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Apelles view'd the finish'd piece;<br>And live, said he, the arts of Greece!<br>Howe'er Protogenes and I <br>May in our rival talents vie;<br>Howe'er our works may have exprest<br>Who truest drew or colour'd best,<br>When he beheld my flowing line<br>He found at least I could design;<br>And from his artful round I grant <br>That he with perfect skill can paint.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dullest genius cannot fail<br>To find the moral of my tale; <br>That the distinguish'd part of men,<br>With compass, pencil, sword, or pen,<br>Should in life's visit leave their name<br>In characters which may proclaim<br>That they with ardour strove to raise<br>At once their arts and country's praise;<br>And in their working took great care<br>That all was full, and round, and fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Matthew+Prior">Matthew Prior</a><div class=q>
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As Nature pointed out the view,
Ere Gothic forms were known in Greece
To spoil the well-proportion'd piece;
And in our verse ere Monkish rhymes
Had jangled their fantastic chimes;
Ere on the flowery lands of Rhod..."></div>
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