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Israels caters to the worldly-wise;
But maudlin scenes do not his game disguise.
Is bread so dear in Holland that a man
Need prostitute his art, as painter can
When lured into the broad and easy way
Where Art's assassins strangle her for pay?

Brave Matthÿès Maris could an answer give,
That happy one who never paints to live
But lives to paint, careless of gold and fame —
Contemptuous of the money-catcher's aim.
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