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Second Reading. To Vittoria Colonna. The Model And The Statue.

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Se ben concetto. When that which is divine in us doth try To shape a face, both brain and hand unite To give, from a mere model frail and slight, Life to the stone by Art's free energy. Thus too before the painter dares to ply Paint-brush or canvas, he is wont to write Sketches on scraps of paper, and invite Wise minds to judge his figured history. So, born a model rude and mean to be Of my poor self, I gain a nobler birth, Lady, from you, you fountain of all worth! Each overplus and each deficiency You will make good. What penance then is due For my fierce heat, chastened and taught by you?

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"Se ben concetto...."

This evocative piece by Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni, titled "Second Reading. To Vittoria Colonna. The Model And The Statue.", represents a masterful exploration of classical-poetry. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...

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