Maxioms by William Blake
Sweet babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
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Sweet babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.
O thou who passest through our valleys in
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
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O thou who passest through our valleys in
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer,
Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft
Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld
With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
If a thing loves, it is infinite.
If a thing loves, it is infinite.
The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.
The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.
Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secrecy the human dress.
Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secrecy the human dress.
