Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime

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

Degrade first the Arts if you'd Mankind Degrade. Hire Idiots to Paint with cold light & hot shade: Give high Price for the worst, leave the best in disgrace, And with Labours of Ignorance fill every place.

The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion.

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!

One Power alone makes a Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision.

Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more.