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Archibald Ames is an artist, / And a widely renowned R. A., / For albeit his pictures are thoroughly bad, / The greatest success he has always had, / And he makes his profession pay.
He has no idea of proportion, / No notion of colour or line, / But perhaps for such there is little need, / Since everybody is fully agreed / That his _subjects_ are quite divine.