Praise is deeper than the lips
Any nose may ravage with impunity a rose.
Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat.
Then welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists.
Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.