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"My Brother starvd between two Walls, His Childrens Cry my Soul appalls;"
"When the stars threw down their spears, And waterd heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?"

"My Brother starvd between two Walls, His Childrens Cry my Soul appalls;"
"The true method of knowledge is experiment."
"How sweet I roamed from field to field, And tasted all the summers pride, Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide!"
"He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty."
"The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom."
"I die, I die!" the Mother said, "My children die for lack of Bread."