Poet Lore/Volume 4/Number 11
——wilt thou not haply saie
Truth needs no collour with his collour fixt,
Beautie no pensell, beauties truth to lay:
But best is best, if neuer intermixt
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?
Excuse not silence so, for’t lies in thee,
To make him much out-liue a gilded tombe:
And to be praised of ages yet to be.
Then do thy office ——