Living all alone as the artist of a King, you
Eat not what others eat but feast with reason, you
Order not the deaths of others but the creation of marvels, you
Never abuse the patronage of the noble King whose prized nobility parallels that of your own, you
Astutely devise not only paintings but inventions so
Rare, so enlightening, even your old master smiles from beyond the grave,
Doubtless, proud of the Renaissance man you’ve become
Or rather, proud of your strength to chase your passions.
Designing weapons of the future
And living amongst your creations of bronze and stone,
Vigorously believing in the potential of mankind
Inscribing formulas to patterns
Never hurting living things, releasing birds from their cages
Caring not for sinful pleasures but for the
Ingrained love of man to do good.
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