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One thought fills immensity.
William Blake
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William Blake
Age: 69 †
Born: 1757
Born: November 28
Died: 1827
Died: August 12
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To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes.
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Tools were made and born were hands, Every farmer understands.
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Every tear from every eyeBecomes a babe in eternity.
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To generalize is to be an idiot. To particularize is the alone distinction of merit. General knowledge are those knowledge that idiots possess.
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The vision of Christ that thou dost see is my vision's greatest enemy . Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read'st black where I read white. His seventy disciples sent against religion and government .
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I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!
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He who has few things to desire cannot have many to fear.
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A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage.
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The nakedness of woman is the work of God.
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Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime
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The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
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He who wants, but doesn't act, is a pest.
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There is a place where Contrarieties are equally True.
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The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels and God, and at liberty when of Devils and Hell, is because he was a true poet and of the Devil's party without knowing it.
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Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
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The cut worm forgives the plow.
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The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
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Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks: He withers all in silence, and his hand Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.
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I care not whether a man is good or evil all that I care / Is whether he is a wise man or a fool. Go! put off holiness, / And put on intellect.
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The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow
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