“PAINT ME AS I AM, WARTS AND ALL” — Cromwell.

By Joseph Horatio Chant

Brave soul,‘ twere well if all the same would say,

And artists aim their patron's wish t'obey.

What signifies a wart, or e'en a scar?

Leave both, skilled hand, and paint us as we are.

The crowfeet paint, the wrinkles on the brow,

The hollow cheek, the form inclined to bow,

The tear-dim'd eye, the hair well streaked with gray,

The hardened hand, begrim'd with soot and clay,

And if you use the seer's revealing glass,

Remember this, “All flesh is as the grass.”