Maxioms by William Blake
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
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When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
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 the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
The weak in courage is strong in cunning.
The weak in courage is strong in cunning.
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.
