'Twill look most picturesque and clever!
In short, there's no end to the treacheries
Of man or maid who once a sketcher is,
The livelier, too, their fancies are,
The more they'll falsify each spot;
As any dolt can give what's there,
But men of genius give what's not.
Then come your travellers, false as they,—
All Piranesis, in their way;
Eking out bits of truth with fallacies,