If People Knew How Hard I Worked

From Such A Gentle Thing, From Such A Fountain Of All Delight, My Every Pain Is Born.

If It Be True That Any Beautiful Thing Raises The Pure And Just Desire Of Man From Earth To God, The Eternal Fount Of All, Such I Believe My Love.

I Sometimes Set Myself Thinking And Imagining That I Find Amongst Men But One Single Art Or Science, And That Is Drawing Or Painting, All Others Being Members Proceeding Therefrom.

The Hand That Follows Intellect Can Achieve.

As You Give Out, So Shall You Receive.