“Beauty is but a painted hell :
Aye me, aye me,
Shee wounds them that admire it,
Shee kils them that desire it.
Giue her pride but fuell,
No fire is more cruell.”
(Th. Campion in Beauty is but a painted hell)
Liège (B)
“Lamour”, a butcher shop
“I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain’d,
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God ….”
(Walt Whitman, no title in “Song of Myself”)
Liège (B)
