He loves to sit and hear me sing

Quote byWilliam Blake · 1757–1827

Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Poetical Sketches (1783), Song (How Sweet I Roamed), st. 4.

English (original)

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.

— William Blake

The true method of knowledge is experiment.

If a thing loves, it is infinite.

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

Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more.

There can be no Good Will. Will is always Evil; it is persecution to others or selfishness.

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? Or Love in a golden bowl?