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I, Rubens, am a Statesman and a Saint.
Deceptions . . . And so I'll learn to paint.

MS. Book, p. 38. Only in EY i. 219.
1, 2 I . . , paint]

'Rubens had been a Statesman or a Saint ;
He mixed them both — and so he learn'd to Paint.'

MS. Book 1st rdg. del. 1 I, Rubens, am] Rubens was EY. 2 . . .] A word illegible in MS.

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To English Connoisseurs

1 You must agree that Rubens was a Fool,
And yet you make him master of your School,
And give more money for his slobberings
Than you will give for Rafael's finest things.
5 I understood Christ was a Carpenter
And not a Brewer's Servant, my good Sir.

MS. Book, p. 38. DGR, WMR (' Epig.' 5, xi), EY (' Coupl.' xix) with-
out title.
4 things] thing EY. 5, 6 I . . . Sir] An addition, EY omit. Cp. Adveriise-
ment (MS. Book, p. 63) :' He who could represent Christ uniformly like a dray-
man must have queer conceptions : consequently his execution must have
been as queer, and these must be queer fellows who give great sums for such
nonsense and think it fine art.'

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Swelled limbs, with no outline that you can descry.
That stink in the nose of a stander-by.
But all the pulp-wash'd, painted, finish'd with labour.
Of an hundred journeymen's — how-d'ye do Neighbour ?

MS. Book, p. 38. Only in EY i. 220. Cp. Advettisement (MS. Book, p. 19) :
' Rubens' Luxembourg Gallery is confessed on all hands to be the work
of a blockhead. It bears this evidence in its face. How can its execution
be any other than the work of a blockhead? Bloated gods — Mercury, Juno,
Venus, and the rattle-traps of mythology, and the lumber of an awkward
French palace are thrown together, around clumsy and ricketty princes and
princesses, higledy-piggledy.'
2 stander] passer EY. 3 But] For EY. painted] EY omit. 4 an]
a EY. journeymen's] journeymen EY. Cp. Advertisement (MS. Book,
p. 18, circa 1810) : ' What man of sense will lay out his money upon the life's
labour of imbecility, and imbecility's journeyman . . . ?'