Carle Vanloo Allegory of Tragedy 1752 oil on canvas Pushkin Museum, Moscow |
Carle Vanloo Allegory of Comedy 1752 oil on canvas Pushkin Museum, Moscow |
Alfred Gilbert Comedy and Tragedy ca. 1891-92 bronze National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
Francesco Salviati Charity ca. 1545 oil on panel Gallerie degli Uffizi, Florence |
Anonymous Fontainebleau Artist Charity ca. 1550 oil on canvas Rhode Island School of Design, Providence |
follower of Jacques Dubroeucq Charity ca. 1550 alabaster Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
Maarten van Heemskerck Caritas ca. 1545 oil on panel (grisaille) Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna |
Gherardo del Fora Triumph of Chastity ca. 1480 tempera on panel Galleria Sabauda, Turin |
attributed to Henri Gascard Portrait of a Lady as Fortuna ca. 1674-79 oil on canvas Rhode Island School of Design |
Anonymous Florentine Artist Fortuna ca. 1580 oil on panel Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna |
Ubaldo Gandolfi Figure of Fame ca. 1770 drawing Princeton University Art Museum |
Giovanni Giacomo Sementi Figure of Fame 1638 oil on copper Galleria Sabauda, Turin |
Dominique Joseph Vanderburch Still Life, or, Allegory of the Arts ca. 1770-80 oil on canvas Musée Fabre, Montpellier |
Jan van Mieris Minerva exalting the Arts 1685 oil on canvas Museum De Lakenhal, Leiden |
Anonymous French Artist Infants personifying Music ca. 1775-1800 marble Detroit Institute of Arts |
Anonymous French Artist Infants personifying Literature ca. 1775-1800 marble Detroit Institute of Arts |
from Vacillation
Although the summer sunlight gild
Cloudy leafage of the sky,
Or wintry moonlight sink the field
In storm-scattered intricacy,
I cannot look thereon,
Cloudy leafage of the sky,
Or wintry moonlight sink the field
In storm-scattered intricacy,
I cannot look thereon,
Responsibility so weighs me down.
Things said or done long years ago,
Or things I did not do or say
Things said or done long years ago,
Or things I did not do or say
But thought that I might say or do,
Weigh me down, and not a day
Weigh me down, and not a day
But something is recalled,
My conscience or my vanity appalled.
– W.B. Yeats (1932)