Maxioms by William Blake
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
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O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou mayest rest
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache; do be my enemy - for friendship's sake. -William Blake.
Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache; do be my enemy - for friendship's sake. -William Blake.
The weak in courage is strong in cunning.
The weak in courage is strong in cunning.
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
