Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.

Celebrate your existence!

I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand.

England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient walls?

A tyrant is the worst disease, and the cause of all others.

When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree

I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.