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Every harlot was a virgin once

William Blake

Energy is eternal delight.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Enjoyment Forever
He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity’s sunrise.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Forever Himself Joy Kiss Sunrise
The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Fools Wisdom
To Generalize is to be an Idiot; To Particularize is the Alone Distinction of Merit.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Alone Stupidity
The glory of Christianity is to conquer by forgiveness.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Forgiveness Glory Religion
Fiery the Angels rose, & as they rose deep thunder roll’d Around their shores, indignant burning with the fires of Orc.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Angel Angry Fantasy Fire Rise
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Break Joy Love Mindset Prison Wings
Dip him in the river who loves water.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Himself Love River Water
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Himself Light Stars
He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars; General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite and flatterer: For Art and Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Art Existence Goodness Himself Science
We are here to learn to endure the beams of love.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Endurance Learning Love
The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Growth Himself Lion Tree
The moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Flower Heaven Moon Night Silence Smile
Excuse my enthusiasm or rather madness, for I am really drunk with intellectual vision whenever I take a pencil or graver into my hand.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Hands Intellectual Mad Myself Wisdom
Do what you will, this life’s a fiction, And it is made up of contradiction.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Fiction Life Yourself
For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.
WILLIAM BLAKE

Dance God Hands Myself Sing Wings

Every harlot was a virgin once

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