Poet

Poet
Good day, sir.
Painter
I am glad you’re well.
Poet
I have not seen you long. How goes the world?
Painter
It wears, sir, as it grows.

I will say of it,
It tutors nature. Artificial strife
Lives in these touches livelier than life.

Poet
Ay,
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Poet
You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors.
(Indicating his poem.)
I have in this rough work shaped out a man
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug
With amplest entertainment. My free drift
Halts not particularly but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax. No leveled malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold,
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Poet
You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors. Indicating his poem.
I have in this rough work shaped out a man
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug
With amplest entertainment. My free drift
Halts not particularly but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax. No leveled malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold,
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Poet
What have you now to present unto him?
Painter
Nothing at this time but my visitation. Only I
will promise him an excellent piece.
Poet
I must serve him so too—tell him of an intent
that’s coming toward him.

Then do we sin against our own estate
When we may profit meet and come too late.
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Timon, to the Painter.
Thou draw’st a counterfeit
Best in all Athens. Thou ’rt indeed the best.
Thou counterfeit’st most lively.
Painter
So-so, my lord.

And for thy fiction,
Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth
That thou art even natural in thine art.

Timon
E’en so,
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