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• To see a world in a grain of sand, And heaven in a wild flower, To hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour.
  -- William Blake...
• With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons, and their change,--all please alike.
  Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest bird...
• Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Fly not ye...
• As I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Geniu
  which to Angels look like torment and insanity. I collected some of their Proverbs....
• No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings. -- William H. Blake (1757-1827)
• No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings. -- William Blake
• Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge that no king can corrupt. -- William Shakespeare