----And did you step in, to take a look at the grand picture in your way back? --'Tis a melancholy daub! my lord; not one principle of the _pyramid_ in any one group! ----and what a price! ----for there is nothing of the colouring of _Titian_--the expression of _Rubens_--the grace of _Raphael_--the purity of _Dominichino_--the _corregiescity_ of _Corregio_--the learning of _Poussin_--the airs of _Guido_--the taste of the _Carrachis_--or the grand contour of _Angela_. --Grant me patience, just Heaven! --Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world--though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst----the cant of criticism is the most tormenting!
I would go fifty miles on foot, for I have not a horse worth riding on, to kiss the hand of that man whose generous heart will give up the reins of his imagination into his author's hands----be pleased he knows not why, and cares not wherefore.
Great _Apollo!_ if thou art in a giving humour--give me --I ask no more, but one stroke of native humour, with a single spark of thy own fire along with it----and send _Mercury_, with the _rules and compasses_, if he can be spared, with my compliments to--no matter.

And did you take a look at the grand picture on your way?'
''Tis a melancholy daub, my lord! not one principle of the pyramid in any group! - and there is none of the colouring of Titian - the expression of Rubens - the grace of Raphael - or the corregiescity of Corregio.'
Grant me patience, Heaven! Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world, the cant of criticism is the most tormenting! I would walk fifty miles to kiss the hand of the man who will generously give his imagination into his author's hands, and be pleased without caring why!
Great Apollo! - give me one stroke of native humour, with a single spark of thy own fire - and send Mercury, with the rules and compasses, with my compliments to - never mind.
