William Blake

And throughout all eternity I forgive you, you forgive me.

My specter around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way, My emanation far within Weeps incessantly for my sin.

God appears and god is light To those poor souls who dwell in night But does a human form display To those who dwell in realms of day

Every night, and every morn, Some to misery are born. Every morn, and every night, Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to endless night.

The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave old England's winding sheet.

He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please. If the sun and moon should doubt They'd immediately go out.

The strongest poison ever known Came from Caesar's laurel crown.

He who shall teach the child to doubt The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

Every tear from every eye Becomes a babe in eternity.

Man was made for joy and woe, And when this we rightly know Through the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine.

A truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent.

He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men.

A dog starved at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state.

A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all Heaven in a rage.

To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour.

Jesus & his apostles & disciples were all artists

Art is the tree of life. SCIENCE is the Tree of DEATH ART is the Tree of LIFEGOD is JESUS

Acts themselves alone are history, and these are neither the exclusive property of Hume, Gibbon nor Voltaire, Echard, Rapin, Plutarch, nor Herodotus. Tell me the Acts, O historian, and leave me to reason upon them as I please; away with …

Fiery the Angels rose, and as they rose deep thunder roll'd Around their shores: indignant burning with the fires of Orc.

When nations grow old, the Arts grow cold, And Commerce settles on every tree: And the poor and the old Can live upon gold, For all are born poor.

When a Man has Married a Wife He finds out whether Her Knees & elbows are only glued together.

But to the Eyes of the Man of Imagination, Nature is Imagination itself. As a man is, So he Sees. As the Eye is formed, such are its Powers.

Fun I love, but too much Fun is of all things the most loathsom. Mirth is better than Fun & Happiness is better than Mirth.

But Want of Money & the Distress of A Thief can never be alleged as the Cause of his Thieving, for many honest people endure greater hard ships with Fortitude. We must therefore seek the Cause else where than in want of Money for that is …