Life cannot be rendered by photographic recopying of life, but by the secret laws in the midst of which you can feel your models moving.
Life cannot be rendered by photographic recopying of life, but by the secret laws in the midst of which you can feel your models moving.
“Bid the warbling Nine retire:
Venus, string thy servant’s lyre:
Love shall be my endless theme:
Pleasure shall triumph over fame:
And when these maxims I decline,
Apollo, may thy fate be mine:
May I grasp at empty praise;
And the lose the nymph, to gain the bays.”
Matthew Prior | “In Imitation of Anacreon”