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Bronzino's Cosimo I de'Medici
This is not Wisdom. You can tell:

Wisdom is cold as Hell

& this is a warmth smothering Why
without a question, poised nearby

It must be art! As you can see
it wears the rimes of yesternight

like gaudy lies

while Wisdom, sheer as She hurts to be,
soon would've sheared them tight

quicker'n fire sheds ice

sooner than Knowledge's quite

faster than Hindsight's sleight,

even before... Credulity! In fact

without another simile,
metaphor or exact entr'acte

to dull its temperate Abstract
Renoir's Fruits From The Midi