Maxioms by William Blake
Tools were made and born with hands,
Every farmer understands.
Tools were made and born with hands,
Every farmer understands.
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark,
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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.
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.
Excess of sorrow laughs, excess of joy weeps.
Excess of sorrow laughs, excess of joy weeps.
Love is not blind; it simply enables one to see things others fail to see.
Love is not blind; it simply enables one to see things others fail to see.
