Nothing begins, and nothing ends,
That is not paid with moan;
For we are born in others' pain,
And perish in our own.
Daisy. F. THOMPSON.
Pain is no longer pain when it is past.
Nature's Lesson. M.J. PRESTON.
Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain,
Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain.
Love's Labor's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
Alas! by some degree of woe
We every bliss must gain;
The heart can ne'er a transport know
That never feels a pain.
Song. LORD LYTTELTON.
PAINTING.
The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring
Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.
Monody on the Death of the Rt. Hon. R.B. Sheridan. LORD BYRON.
Hard features every bungler can command:
To draw true beauty shows a master's hand.
To Mr. Lee, on his Alexander. J. DRYDEN.
A flattering painter, who made it his care
To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
Retaliation. O. GOLDSMITH.
Lely on animated canvas stole
The sleepy eye, that spoke the melting soul.
Horace, Bk. II. Epistle I. A. POPE.
I will say of it,
It tutors nature: artificial strife
Lives in these touches, livelier than life.
Timon of Athens, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.