ART MAXIMS

Often ornateness

Goes with greatness;

Oftener felicity

Comes of simplicity.

Talent that's cheapest

Affects singularity.

Thoughts that dive deepest

Rise radiant in clarity.

Life is rough:

Sing smoothly, O Bard.

Enough, enough,

To have found life hard.

No record Art keeps

Of her travail and throes.

There is toil on the steeps,—

On the summits, repose.