Hours of Folly Hours of Wisdom

well.well .well ; it was a frustrating day for me till suddenly sth. caught my eyes;words of magic and pure wisdom ; i had a hell of joy with William Blake's poem this evening;here's " A Memorable Fancy"(summarized)

How do you know but ev'ry bird that cuts the airy way,

Is an immense world of delight, clos'd by your senses five?

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In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.

Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by incapacity.

He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.

The cut worm forgives the plow.

A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.

He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.

Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

The busy bee has no time for sorrow.

The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock; but of wisdom,

no clock can measure.

No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.

A dead body revenges not injuries.

The most sublime act is to set another before you.

If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.{---->i disagree(P.) }

Prisons are built with stones of law, brothels with bricks of religion.

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Joys impregnate, sorrows bring forth.

The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.

What is now proved was once only imagined.

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The cistern contain; the fountain overflows.

One thought fills immensity.

Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.

Every thing possible to be believed is an image of truth.---->{i don't think so}

The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn

of the crow.

He who has suffer'd you to impose on him, knows you.

The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.

Expect poison from standing water.

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The weak in courage is strong in cunning.---->{Wow;awsome ! }

If others had not been foolish, we should be so.{it means breaking kinda vicios cycle? }

To create a little flower is the labour of ages.

Damn braces; bless relaxes.

Exuberance is beauty.

Improvement makes straight roads; but the crooked roads

without improvement are roads of genius.

Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.

Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ'd.

Enough! Or too much.

What is the price of experience? do men buy it for a song?

Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price

Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children.

Image ; Hecate or the Three Fates by William Blake