William Blake

William Blake (1757-11-28 – 1827-08-21) was an English poet, painter, printmaker, and essayist.
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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.

William Blake

Where man is not, nature is barren.

William Blake

Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!

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He who desires but acts not breeds pestilence.

William Blake

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

William Blake

The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.

William Blake

Damn braces: Bless relaxes.

William Blake

Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow, too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?

William Blake

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

William Blake

He who has suffered you to impose on him knows you.

William Blake

The crow wished everything was black, the owl, that every thing was white.

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As the air to a bird or the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible.

William Blake

The head Sublime, the heart Pathos, the genitals Beauty, the hands & feet Proportion.

William Blake

Bring out number weight and measure in a year of dearth.

William Blake

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

William Blake

If the lion was advised by the fox, he would be cunning.

William Blake

The fox condemns the trap, not himself.

William Blake

How sweet I roamed from field to field, and tasted all the summer's pride.

William Blake

Every thing possible to be believed is an image of truth.

William Blake

Listen to the fools reproach! it is a kingly title!

William Blake

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.

William Blake

For Mercy has a human heart; Pity, a human face; Love, the human form divine; and Peace, the human dress.

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

William Blake

To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour

William Blake

The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest.

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