William Blake

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.

Since all the riches of this world
May be gifts from the devil and earthly kings,
I read more

Since all the riches of this world
May be gifts from the devil and earthly kings,
I should suspect that I worshipped the devil
If I thanked my God for worldly things.

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.

Tools were made and born with hands,
Every farmer understands.

Tools were made and born with hands,
Every farmer understands.

You smile with pomp and rigor, you talk of benevolence and virtue; I act with benevolence and virtue and get read more

You smile with pomp and rigor, you talk of benevolence and virtue; I act with benevolence and virtue and get murdered time after time.