General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocite, flatterer. William Blake More Quotes by William Blake More Quotes From William Blake I love hanging and drawing and quartering William Blake wells drawing war The Whole Business of Man is The Arts, & All Things Common. William Blake business men art If you trap the moment before it's ripe, The tears of repentence you'll certainly wipe; But if once you let the ripe moment go You can never wipe off the tears of woe. William Blake woe wipe tears The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. William Blake vision enemy christ Although wine when it is read somewhat lacks the savour of wine when it is drunk, wine remains a very pleasant thing both to read about and to chat about. William Blake savour drunk wine He who pretends to be either painter or engraver without being a master of drawing is an imposter. William Blake painter drawing masters [L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning. William Blake dew light morning The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest. William Blake best-wine wine water Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth. William Blake truth believe lying The voice of honest indignation is the voice of God. William Blake voice-of-god honest voice To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower. William Blake eternity-of-life nature flower Hold infinity in the palm of your hand. William Blake eternity-of-life nature flower Time is the Mercy of Eternity William Blake eternity mercy The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees. William Blake autumn garden light Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming o'er the joys of night.Sleep, sleep: in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep. William Blake dream sleep night My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereaved of light. William Blake angel mother children Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not! William Blake sorrow joy laughing For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away. William Blake dust truth hair I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind! William Blake happy-love mountain wind All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage. William Blake desperate future rage
