William Blake

Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache; do be my enemy--for friendship's sake.

Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache; do be my enemy--for friendship's sake.

A truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent.

A truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent.

Excess of sorrow laughs, excess of joy weeps.

Excess of sorrow laughs, excess of joy weeps.

But to go to school in a summer morn,
Oh, it drives all joy away!
Under a read more

But to go to school in a summer morn,
Oh, it drives all joy away!
Under a cruel eye outworn,
The little ones spend the day--
In sighing and dismay.

O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark,
Deep-founded read more

O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark,
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.