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God forbid that Truth should be confined to Mathematical Demonstration!
William Blake
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William Blake
Age: 69 †
Born: 1757
Born: November 28
Died: 1827
Died: August 12
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W. Blake
Uil'iam Bleik
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Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more.
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He who pretends to be either painter or engraver without being a master of drawing is an imposter.
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Harmony of colouring is destructive of art? it is like the smile of a fool.
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Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so?
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England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient walls?
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When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
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When the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea? O no, no, I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host crying Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty.
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Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.
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Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share?
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He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.
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You cannot have Liberty in this world without what you call Moral Virtue, and you cannot have Moral Virtue without the slavery of that half of the human race who hate what you call Moral Virtue.
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To Chloe's breast young Cupid slily stole, But he crept in at Myra's pocket-hole.
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The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.
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Joy and woe are woven fine.
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The Whole Business of Man is The Arts, & All Things Common.
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Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
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Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine.
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