Giambattista Tiepolo Joseph receiving Pharaoh's Ring ca. 1733-35 oil on canvas Dulwich Picture Gallery, London |
Carlo Francesco Nuvolone Creation of Eve before 1662 oil on canvas Dulwich Picture Gallery, London |
Sebastiano Ricci The Resurrection ca. 1715-16 oil on canvas Dulwich Picture Gallery, London |
THE PULLEY
When God at first made man,
Having a glass of blessings standing by,
Let us (said he) pour on him all we can:
Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie,
Contract into span.
So strength first made a way;
Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honor, pleasure:
When almost all was out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that alone of all his treasure
Rest in the bottom lay.
For if I should (said he)
Bestow this jewel also on my creature,
He would adore my gifts instead of me,
And rest in nature, not the God of nature:
So both should losers be.
Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with repining restlessness:
Let him be rich and weary, that at least,
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to my breast.
– George Herbert (1633)
David Teniers Penitent Magdalen ca. 1634 oil on panel Dulwich Picture Gallery, London |
David Teniers Penitent St Peter ca. 1634 oil on panel Dulwich Picture Gallery, London |
Peter Paul Rubens Hagar in the Desert after 1630 oil on panel Dulwich Picture Gallery, London |
Peter Paul Rubens Miracles of St Ignatius Loyola 1619 oil on panel Dulwich Picture Gallery, London |
Marcantonio Franceschini Guardian Angel 1716 oil on canvas Dulwich Picture Gallery, London |
Baldassare Franceschini St Catherine of Siena before 1689 oil on canvas Dulwich Picture Gallery, London |
Anonymous French painter Descent from the Cross 17th century oil on panel Dulwich Picture Gallery, London |
Gaspar de Crayer St Augustine in ecstasy ca. 1638-48 oil on panel Dulwich Picture Gallery, London |
from A HYMN TO THE NAME AND HONOR OF THE ADMIRABLE SAINT TERESA
Thou art love's victim, and must die
A death more mystical and high.
Into love's arms thou shalt let fall
A still surviving funeral.
His is the dart must make the death
Whose stroke shall taste thy hallowed breath:
A dart thrice dipped in that rich flame
Which writes thy spouse's radiant name
Upon the roof of heaven, where aye
It shines, and with a sovereign ray
Beats bright upon the burning faces
Of souls which in that name's sweet graces
Find everlasting smiles. So rare,
So spiritual, pure, and fair
Must be the immortal instrument
Upon whose choice point shall be sent
A life so loved; and that there be
Fit executioners for thee,
The fairest and first-born sons of fire,
Blest seraphim, shall leave their choir
And turn love's soldiers, upon thee
To exercise their archery.
– Richard Crashaw (1646)
Gerrit Willemsz. Horst Isaac blessing Jacob 1638 oil on canvas Dulwich Picture Gallery, London |
JosĂ© AntolĂnez Crucifixion of St Peter 1660 oil on canvas Dulwich Picture Gallery, London |
Guido Reni St John the Baptist in the Wilderness 1636-37 oil on canvas Dulwich Picture Gallery, London |