Some say that happiness is not good for mortals, & they ought to be answered that sorrow is not fit for immortals & is utterly useless to any one; a blight never does good to a tree, & if a blight kill not a tree but it still bear fruit, let none say that the fruit was in consequence of the blight.
William BlakeHow do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?
William Blake