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.
