El Arte como oblivious antidote

Pluck from the memory

a rooted sorrow;

Raze out the written troubles

of the brain;

And with some sweet

oblivious antidote

Cleanse the stuff'd

bosom of that perilous stuff

Which weighs upon the heart?

W. Shakespeare, Macbeth, acto V.
Torcuato Tasso, Delacroix.

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