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Art Is The Tree Of Life. Science Is The Tree Of Death.

Harmony Of Colouring Is Destructive Of Art? It Is Like The Smile Of A Fool.

Fun I Love, But Too Much Fun Is Of All Things The Most Loathsome. Mirth Is Better Than Fun, And Happiness Is Better Than Mirth.

Then My Verse I Dishonor, My Pictures Despise, My Person Degrade And My Temper Chastise; And The Pen Is My Terror, The Pencil My Shame; And My Talents I Bury, And Dead Is My Fame.

When Sir Joshua Reynolds Died All Nature Was Degraded