"In dusty piles his pictures lay,
For no one sent the second pay."
Finding the result of truth so unpropitious to his fame and fortune, he changed his practice:
"Two bustos fraught with every grace,
A Venus, and Apollo's, face
He placed in view;—resolved to please,
Whoever sat, he drew from these."
This succeeded to a tittle:
"Through all the town his art they prais'd,
His custom grew, his price was rais'd."