Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!
William BlakeThat the Jews assumed a right exclusively to the benefits of God will be a lasting witness against them and the same will it be against Christians.
William BlakeWithout minute neatness of execution, the sublime cannot exist! Grandeur of ideas is founded on precision of ideas.
William Blake