Patience is eternal genius
The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.
Perfection is no small thing, but it is made up of small things.
With few words I shall make thee understand my soul.
Love is a beautiful image Imagined or seen within the heart, The friend of virtue and gentility.
So now, from this mad passion Which made me take art for an idol and a king I have learnt the burden of error that it bore And what misfortune springs from man's desire... The world's frivolities have robbed me of the time That I was given for reflecting upon God.