Mysteries are not to be solved. They eye goes blind when it only wants to see why.
But if at church they would give some ale. And a pleasant fire our souls to regale. We'd sing and we'd pray all the live long day, Nor ever once from the church to stray.
God and His Priest and King,...make up a heaven of our misery.
Imitation is criticism.
You throw the sand against the wind and the wind blows it back again.
What has reason to do with the art of painting?