Maxioms by 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.
He who binds himself to a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it read more
He who binds himself to a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sunrise
One thought fills immensity.
One thought fills immensity.
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.
