I give you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball, It will lead you in at Heaven's gate Built in Jerusalem's wall.
William BlakeThe roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity, too great for the eye of man.
William BlakeChildren of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime
William Blake