Five minutes' hate, detailed oil painting, hieronymous bosch, norman rockwell.
"Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason?
Why, if it prosper, none dare call it treason."
--Sir John Harington via @ae_stallings
Five minutes' hate, detailed oil painting, hieronymous bosch (another try).
"To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing
Now all the truth is out,
Be secret and take defeat
From any brazen throat,
For how can you compete,
Being honor bred, with one
Who were it proved he lies
Were neither shamed in his own
Nor in his neighbors' eyes;
Bred to a harder thing
Than Triumph, turn away
And like a laughing string
Whereon mad fingers play
Amid a place of stone,
Be secret and exult,
Because of all things known
That is most difficult."
-W.B. Yeats via ilya kaminsky via sheryl st germain on fb
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