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FILIPPO BALDINUCCI
In presence of—what yonder frame
Pretends to image? Surely, odd
It seems, you let confront The Name
Each beast the heathen called his god!'
Pretends to image? Surely, odd
It seems, you let confront The Name
Each beast the heathen called his god!'
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"' Benignant smiles me pity straight
The Cardinal. ''Tis Truth, we prize!
Art's the sole question in debate!
These subjects are so many lies.
We treat them with a proper scorn
When we turn lies—called gods forsooth—
To lies' fit use, now Christ is born.
Drawing and colouring are Truth.
"' Benignant smiles me pity straight
The Cardinal. ''Tis Truth, we prize!
Art's the sole question in debate!
These subjects are so many lies.
We treat them with a proper scorn
When we turn lies—called gods forsooth—
To lies' fit use, now Christ is born.
Drawing and colouring are Truth.