I Am No Artist - Please Come

The Marble Not Yet Carved Can Hold The Form Of Every Thought The Greatest Artist Has.

The Power Of One Fair Face Makes My Love Sublime, For It Has Weaned My Heart From Low Desires.

My Beard Towards Heaven, I Feel My Nape Support / The Back Of My Head, I Grow The Breast Of A Harpy / And My Brush As It Drips Continually / Upon My Face, Makes It A Gorgeous Floor.

Lord, Grant That I May Always Desire More Than I Can Accomplish.

If People Knew How Hard I Worked At My Art, They Would Not Consider Me A Genius.