Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we.
William BlakeThe apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.
William BlakePity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we.
William BlakeThe apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.
William Blake