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For though I must confess an artist can 
Contrive things better than another man, 
Yet when the task is done, he finds his pains 
Sought but to fill his belly with his brains. 
Is this the guerdon due to liberal arts, 
To admire the head and then to starve the parts ? 
Timely prevention though discreetly used 
Before the fruits of knowledge were abused. 
When learning has incurred a fearful damp, 
To save our oil, ’tis good to quench the lamp. 
Lady Alimony. 
She had read 
Her father’s well-filled library with profit, 
And could talk charmingly. Then she would sing, 
And play too, passably, and dance with spirit. 
She sketched from nature well, and studied flowers, 
Which was enough alone to love her for. 
Yet she was knowing in all needlework, 
And shone in dairy and in kitchen too, 
As in the parlour. 
James N. Barker. 
Art became the shadow 
Of the dear star-light of thy haunting eyes ! 
They called me vain, some mad—I heeded not, 
But still toiled on, hoped on, for it was surest, 
If not to win, to feel more worthy thee. 
Bulwer. 
