He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')
He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.
And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy to hear.
When the doors of perception are cleansed, men will see things as they truly are, infinite.