The collected works of Ambrose Bierce | ||
[“There is no art,” says Shakspeare, foolish man]
“There is no art,” says Shakspeare, foolish man,“To read the mind's construction in the face.”
The physiognomists his portrait scan,
And say: “How little wisdom here we trace!
He knew his face disclosed his mind and heart,
So, in his own defence, denied our art.”
Lavatar Shunk.
The collected works of Ambrose Bierce | ||