Blunt thou the lion’s paws
Quisquilia: Lib. nov. is to be found here.
He had uttered a mad wish that […] the face on the canvas bear the burden of his passions and his sins; that the painted image might be seared with the lines of suffering and thought, and that he might keep all the delicate bloom and loveliness of his then just conscious boyhood […] It was folly to think so. Yet it was watching him, with its beautiful marred face and its cruel smile. – Oscar Wilde: The Picture of Dorian Gray, chap. 7. Thanks for your visit!