But she with such delicate skill, Her pillage so fits for her use, That the chemist in vain with his still Then grudge not her temperate meals, Since, stole she not all that she steals, DENNERI ANUS.* DOCTUм anus artificem juste celebrata fatetur, Nec stupor est oculis, fronti nec rugą severa, * Diu publico fuit spectaculo egregia hæc tabula in areâ Palatina exteriori, juxta fanum Westmonasteriense. Nil habet illepidum, morosum, aut triste tabella; At neque Spectatum veniunt, novitas quos allicit usquam, Quosque vel ingenii fama, vel artis amor. Adveniunt juvenes; et anus si possit amari, Dennere, agnoscunt hoc meruisse tuam. Adveniunt hilares nymphæ; similemque senectam Tam pulchram et placidam dent sibi fata, ro gant. Matronæ adveniunt, vetulæque fatentur in ore Quod nihil horrendum, ridiculumve vident. Quantus honos arti, per quam placet ipsa senectus; Quæ facit, ut nymphis invideatur anus! Pictori cedit quæ gloria, cum nec Apelli Majorem famam det Cytherea suo! DENNER'S OLD WOMAN. In this mimic form of a matron in years, With locks like the ribbon, with which they are bound; While glossy and smooth, and as soft as the skin Or that indicates life in its winter-is here. Nor a pimple, or freckle, conceal'd from the view. Many fond of new sights, or who cherish a taste For the labours of art, to the spectacle haste; The youths all agree, that could old age inspire The passion of love, hers would kindle the fire, And the matrons with pleasure confess that they see Ridiculous nothing or hideous in thee. The nymphs for themselves scarcely hope a de cline, O wonderful woman! as placid as thine. Strange magic of art! which the youth can engage To peruse, half-enamour'd, the features of age; And force from the virgin a sigh of despair, That she, when as old, shall be equally fair! How great is the glory that Denner has gain'd, Since Apelles not more for his Venus obtain❜d! LACRYME PICTORIS. INFANTEM audivit puerum, sua gaudia, Apelles Intempestivo fato obiisse diem. Ille, licet tristi perculsus imagine mortis, Proferri in medium corpus inane jubet, Et calamum, et succos poscens, luctus, "Hos accipe "Mororem hunc," dixit," nate, parentis habe!" Dixit; et, ut clausit, clausos depinxit ocellos; Officio pariter fidus utrique pater: Frontemque et crines, nec adhuc pallentia for mans Oscula, adumbravit lugubre pictor opus. |