Draw, Antonio; Draw, Antonio; Draw And Don’t

The Power Of One Fair Face Makes My Love Sublime, For It Has Weaned My Heart From Low Desires.

Art Is A Shadow Of Divine Perfection.

I Live In Sin, To Kill Myself I Live; No Longer My Life My Own, But Sin's; My Good Is Given To Me By Heaven, My Evil By Myself, By My Free Will, Of Which I Am Deprived.

I Serve For The Love Of God And In Him Have All My Hope.

And Who Is So Barbarous As Not To Understand That The Foot Of A Man Is Nobler Than His Shoe, And His Skin Nobler Than That Of The Sheep With Which He Is Clothed.