No sketches first no studies, that's long past:
I do what many dream of all their lives,
- Dream? strive to do, and agonize to do,
And fail in doing. I could count twenty such
On twice your fingers, and not leave this town,
Who strive - you don't know how the others strive
To paint a little thing like that you smeared
Carelessly passing with your robes afloat -
Yet do much less, so much less, Someone says
(I know his name, no matter) - so much less!
'Well, less is more , Lucrezia; I am judged."