William Blake

In seed time learn, in harvest teach,
in winter enjoy.

Drive your cart and your plow
over the bones of the dead

The road of excess leads to the
palace of wisdom.

Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid
courted by Incapacity.

He who desires but acts not
breeds pestilence.

The cut worm forgives the p low

Dip him in the river who loves water.

A fool sees not the same tree
that a wise man sees.

He whose face gives no light,
shall never become a star.

Eternity is in love
with the productions of time.

The busy bee has no time for sorrow.

The hours of folly are measured by the clock;
but of wisdom, no clock can measure.

All wholesome food is caught
without a net or a trap.

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

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

A dead body revenges not injuries.

The most sublime act is to set
another before you.

If the fool would persist in his
folly, he would become wise.

Folly is the cloke of knavery.

Shame is Pride’s cloke.

Prisons are built with stones of Law,
Brothels with bricks of Religion.

The pride of the peacock is
the glory of God.

The wrath of the lion is the
wisdom of god.

The nakedness of woman is the
work of God.

Excess of sorrow laughs
excess of joy weeps.

The roaring of lions, the howling of
wolves, the raging of the stormy
sea, and the destructive sward,
are portions of eternity, too great
for the eye of man.

The fox condemns the trap, not himself

Joys impregnate, Sorrows bring forth,

Let man wear the fell of the lion,
woman the fleece of the sheep.

The bird a nest, the spider a web,
man friendship