“Nothing pleases me.”Quick discontent!
El Greco wrote in the corner of his square
Of colored canvas, after days misspent,
After days of silent painting, stare on stare

At the old sitter, near Venice, in the studio
Bassano kept. The apprentice hand,
Ill-tempered with its craft, wrote curtly so
And dropped the brush. To understand

The latter painter, read that. El Greco
Meet Lawrence, ill as the saints you understood,
Who went from place to place for peace, with no
Luck; dying; scribbling: “This place is no good.”