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Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.
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Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public Records to be true.
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Make your own rules or be a slave to another man's.
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When the doors of perception are cleansed, men will see things as they truly are, infinite.
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Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine.
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When Sir Joshua Reynolds died All Nature was degraded.
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Time is the Mercy of Eternity.
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First thought is best in Art, second in other matters.
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Nature has no outline. Imagination has.
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How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?
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Jerusalem (1804) And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green And was the holy lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills And was Jerusalem builded here Among those dark Satanic mills Bring me my bow of burning gold Bring me my arrows of desire Bring me my spears o'clouds unfold Bring me my chariot of fire I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand 'Til we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land.
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Where cheating is, there's mischief there.
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If a thing loves, it is infinite.
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He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men.
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Opposition is true friendship.
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What has reason to do with the art of painting?
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Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.
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Such, such were the joys When we all, girls and boys, In our youth time were seen On the Echoing Green.
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Painters are noted for being dissipated and wild.
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Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.
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The Woman that does not love your Frowns Will never embrace your smiles.
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Naught can deform the human race Like to the armor's iron brace.
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He who shall teach the child to doubt The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
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There is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit, And there is a smile of smiles In which these two smiles meet.