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| Jean-Paul Riopelle Composition 1949 watercolor and ink on paper Pallant House Gallery, Chichester, West Sussex |
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| Jean-Paul Riopelle Painting 1950 oil on canvas Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC |
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| Jean-Paul Riopelle Untitled 1951 oil on canvas Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Jean-Paul Riopelle La Nuit Bleue 1953 oil on canvas Guggenheim Museum, New York |
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| Jean-Paul Riopelle L'Heure du Soufre 1953 oil on canvas Guggenheim Museum, New York |
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| Jean-Paul Riopelle Untitled 1953 oil on canvas Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Jean-Paul Riopelle Composition 1955 watercolor on paper Moderna Museet, Stockholm |
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| Jean-Paul Riopelle Painting 1956 oil on canvas Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC |
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| Jean-Paul Riopelle Perspectives 1956 oil on canvas Tate Modern, London |
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| Jean-Paul Riopelle Painting 1957 oil on canvas Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC |
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| Jean-Paul Riopelle La Vallée 1957 oil on canvas York City Art Gallery |
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| Jean-Paul Riopelle On the Island 1958 oil on canvas Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC |
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| Jean-Paul Riopelle Undulations 1958 oil on canvas Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC |
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| Jean-Paul Riopelle Volant 1958 oil on canvas Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC |
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| Jean-Paul Riopelle Painting 1961 oil on canvas Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC |
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| Jean-Paul Riopelle Untitled 1963 bronze Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC |
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| Jean-Paul Riopelle Untitled ca. 1968 lithograph Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC |
from Catiline His Conspiracy
Shee builds in gold; And, to the Starres:
As if shee threaten'd Heav'n with warres;
And seekes for Hell, in quarries deepe,
Giving the fiends, that there doe keepe,
A hope of day. Her Women weare
The spoiles of Nations, in an eare,
Chang'd for the treasure of a shell;
And, in their loose attires, doe swell
More light than sailes, when all windes play:
Yet, are the men more loose then they,
More kemb'd, and bath'd, and rub'd, and trim'd,
More sleek'd, more soft, and slacker limm'd;
As prostitute: so much, that kinde
May seeke it selfe there, and not finde.
They eate on beds of silke, and gold,
At yvorie tables; or wood sold
Dearer than it; and, leaving plate,
Doe drinke in stone of higher rate.
They hunt all grounds; and draw all seas;
Foule every brooke, and bush; to please
Their wanton tasts: and, in request
Have new, and rare things; not the best.
Hence comes that wild, and vast expence,
That hath enforc'd Romes vertue, thence,
Which simple poverty first made:
And, now, ambition doth invade
Her state, with eating avarice,
Riot, and every other vice.
Decrees are bought, and Lawes are sold,
Honors, and Offices for gold;
The peoples voices: And the free
Tongues, in the Senate, bribed be.
Such ruine of her manners Rome
Doth suffer now, as shee's become
(Without the Gods it soone gaine-say)
Both her owne spoiler, and owne prey.
So, Asia, art thou cru'lly even
With us, for all the blowes thee given;
When we, whose vertue conquer'd thee,
Thus, by thy vices, ruin'd bee.
– Petronius Arbiter (died AD 65), translated by Ben Jonson (1611)