Proverbs....
flickrfoto Proverbs of Hell: William Blake In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead. The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. She who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence. The cut worm forgives the plow. She whose face gives no light, shall never become a star. The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure. All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap. Bring out number weight & measure in a year of dearth. No bird soars too high, if she soars with her own wings. The most sublime act is to set another before you . If the fool would persist in her folly she would become wise. Folly is the cloke of knavery. Shame is Pride’s cloke. Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion. Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps. The fox condemns the trap not himself. Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. The bird...