William Blake

If you trap the moment before it's ripe, The tears of repentance you'll certainly wipe; But if once you let the ripe moment go You can never wipe off the tears of woe.

Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there.

The sword sung on the barren heath, The sickle in the fruitful field; The sword he sung a song of death, But could not make the sickle yield.

Love to faults is always blind, Always is to joys inclined, Lawless, winged, and unconfined, And breaks all chains from every mind.

Why art thou silent and invisible, Father of Jealousy?

Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, Dreaming o'er the joys of night. Sleep, sleep: in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep.

I asked a thief to steal me a peach: He turned up his eyes. I asked a lithe lady to lie her down: Holy and meek, she cries. As soon as I went An angel came.

Never seek to tell thy love Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart;

Enough! or too much.

Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believed.

Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.

Improvement makes straight roads; but the crooked roads without improvement are roads of genius.

Exuberance is Beauty.

When thou seest an Eagle, thou seest a portion of Genius; lift up thy head!

The weak in courage is strong in cunning.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.

Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.

The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow.

Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.

One thought fills immensity.

The cistern contains: the fountain overflows.

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

Prisons are built with stones of law; brothels with bricks of religion.