William Blake quotes - page 5
Some say that happiness is not good for mortals, they ought to be answered that sorrow is not fit for immortals is utterly useless to any one a blight never does good to a tree, if a blight kill not a tree but it still bear fruit, let none say that the fruit was in consequence of the blight.
William Blake
Never seek to tell thy love Love that never told can be For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears Ah, she doth depart. Soon as she was gone from me A traveler came by Silently, invisibly He took her with a sigh.
William Blake