There Is An Angel Imprisoned In It

Trifles Make Perfection But Perfection Is Not A Trifle

Lorenzo De' Medici Seeks Highly Skilled, Aesthetically Oriented Individual To Conceive And Implement Several Major Public Projects. You Are A Generalist With Sound Training In Structural Engineering, Synthesis Of Pigments And Christian Iconography. Some Climbing Involved

Led By Long Years To My Last Hours, Too Late, O World, I Know Your Joys For What They Are. You Promise A Peace Which Is Not Yours To Give And The Repose That Dies Before It Is Born. The Years Of Fear And Shame To Which Heaven Now Set A Term, Renew Nothing In Me But The Old Sweet Error In Which, Living Overlong A Man Kills His Soul With No Gain To His Body. I Say And I Know Having Put It To The Proof, That He Has The Better Part In Heaven Whose Death Falls Nearest His Birth.

Let Whoever May Have Attained To So Much As To Have The Power Of Drawing Know That He Holds A Great Treasure.

Is It Any Wonder, Since, When Near The Fire, I Was Melted And Burned, If Now That It's Extinguished Outside Me, It Besets And Consumes Me Inside, And Bit By Bit Reduces Me To Ashes?