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Everything To Be Imagined Is An Image Of Truth.

Struggling In My Father's Hands, Striving Against My Swaddling Bands, Bound And Weary, I Thought Best To Sulk Upon My Mother's Breast.

Where Others See But The Dawn Coming Over The Hill, I See The Soul Of God Shouting For Joy.

I Have No Name: I Am But Two Days Old. What Shall I Call Thee? I Happy Am, Joy Is My Name. Sweet Joy Befall Thee!

Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine, A Clothing For The Soul Divine. Under Every Grief And Pine Runs A Joy With Silken Twine.

The World Of Imagination Is The World Of Eternity.

The Errors Of A Wise Man Make Your Rule Rather Than The Perfections Of A Fool.

And I Made A Rural Pen, And I Stained The Water Clear, And I Wrote My Happy Songs Every Child May Joy To Hear.

Lo! Now The Direful Monster, Whose Skin Clings To His Strong Bones, Strides O'er The Groaning Rocks: He Withers All In Silence, And His Hand Unclothes The Earth, And Freezes Up Frail Life.

What Has Reasoning To Do With Painting?

Mock On, Mock On, Voltaire, Rousseau! Mock On, Mock On: 'tis All In Vain! You Throw The Sand Against The Wind, And The Wind Blows It Back Again. And Every Sand Becomes A Gem Reflected In The Beams Divine; Blown Back They Blind The Mocking Eye, But Still In Israel's Paths They Shine. The Atoms Of Democritus And Newton's Particles Of Light Are Sands Upon The Red Sea Shore, Where Israel's Tents Do Shine So Bright.

The Man Who Never In His Mind & Thoughts Travel'd To Heaven Is No Artist.

Love Seeketh Not Itself To Please, Nor For Itself Hath Any Care, But For Another Gives Its Ease, And Builds A Heaven In Hell's Despair.

I Will Not Cease From Mental Fight Nor Shall My Sword Sleep In My Hand.

If Christianity Was Morality, Socrates Would Be The Saviour.

Silent As Despairing Love, And Strong As Jealousy.

Art Can Never Exist Without Naked Beauty Displayed.

She Who Dwells With Me Whom I Have Loved With Such Communion, That No Place On Earth Can Ever Be Solitude To Me.

O Why Was I Born With A Different Face? Why Was I Not Born Like The Rest Of My Race?

Different Faces

Love's Secret Never Seek To Tell Thy Love, Love That Never Told Can Be; For The Gentle Wind Doth Move Silently, Invisibly. I Told My Love, I Told My Love, I Told Her All My Heart, Trembling, Cold, In Ghastly Fears. Ah! She Did Depart! Soon After She Was Gone From Me, A Traveller Came By, Silently, Invisibly: He Took Her With A Sigh.

The Britons (say Historians) Were Naked, Civilized Men, Learned, Studious, Abstruse In Thought And Contemplation; Naked, Simple, Plain In Their Acts And Manners; Wiser Than After Ages.

Never Seek To Tell Thy Love; Love That Never Told Can Be. For The Gentle Wind Does Move Silently.. Invisibly.

I Rest Not From My Great Task! | To Open The Eternal Worlds, | To Open The Immortal Eyes Of Man | Inwards Into The Worlds Of Thought; | Into Eternity, Ever Expanding | In The Bosom Of God, | The Human Imagination

Thinking As I Do That The Creator Of This World Is A Very Cruel Being, And Being A Worshipper Of Christ, I Cannot Help Saying: ''the Son, O How Unlike The Father!'' First God Almighty Comes With A Thump On The Head. Then Jesus Christ Comes With A Balm To Heal It.

And Priests In Black Gowns Were Walking Their Rounds And Binding With Briars My Joys And Desires. (from 'the Garden Of Love')

Dip Him In The River Who Loves Water.

To Generalize Is To Be An Idiot. To Particularize Is The Alone Distinction Of Merit. General Knowledge Are Those Knowledge That Idiots Possess.

The Moon, Like A Flower In Heaven's High Bower, With Silent Delight Sits And Smiles On The Night.

The Bat That Flits At Close Of Eve Has Left The Brain That Won't Believe. The Owl That Calls Upon The Night Speaks The Unbeliever's Fright.

He Who Shall Hurt The Little Wren Shall Never Be Beloved By Men.

The Voice Of Honest Indignation Is The Voice Of God.

Without Contraries There Is No Progression.

I Am More Famed In Heaven For My Works Than I Could Well Conceive. In My Brain Are Studies & Chambers Filled With Books & Pictures Of Old, Which I Wrote And Painted In Ages Of Eternity Before My Mortal Life; And Whose Works Are The Delight & Study Of Archangels. Why, Then, Should I Be Anxious About The Riches Or Fame Of Mortality?

A Dog Starved At His Master's Gate Predicts The Ruin Of The State.

Robin Redbreast

The Stolen And Perverted Writings Of Homer & Ovid, Of Plato & Cicero, Which All Men Ought To Contemn, Are Set Up By Artifice Against The Sublime Of The Bible

Lives In Eternity's Sun Rise.

Art Degraded, Imagination Denied.

Sooner Strangle An Infant In Its Cradle Than Nurse Unacted Desires.

When My Mother Died I Was Very Young, And My Father Sold Me While Yet My Tongue Could Scarcely Cry Weep Weep Weep Weep. So Your Chimneys I Sweep, And In Soot I Sleep.

Can I See A Falling Tear, And Not Feel My Sorrow's Share?

The Prophets Isaiah And Ezekiel Dined With Me, And I Asked Them How They Dared So Roundly To Assert, That God Spoke To Them; And Whether They Did Not Think At The Time, That They Would Be Misunderstood, & So Be The Cause Of Imposition. Isaiah Answer'd, I Saw No God, Nor Heard Any, In A Finite Organical Perception; But My Senses Discover'd The Infinite In Every Thing, And As I Was Then Persuaded, & Remain Confirm'd; That The Voice Of Honest Indignation Is The Voice Of God, I Cared Not For Consequences But Wrote.

The Weak In Courage Is Strong In Cunning.

Those Who Restrain Desire, Do So Because Theirs Is Weak Enough To Be Restrained.

The Poison Tree I Was Angry With My Friend: I Told My Wrath, My Wrath Did End. I Was Angry With My Foe; I Told It Not, My Wrath Did Grow. And I Water'd It In Fears, Night & Morning With My Tears; And I Sunned It With My Smiles And With Soft Deceitful Wiles. And It Grew Both Day And Night, Till It Bore An Apple Bright; And My Foe Beheld It Shine, And He Knew That It Was Mine, And Into My Garden Stole When The Night Had Veil'd The Pole: In The Morning Glad I See My Foe Outstretch'd Beneath The Tree.

In Every Cry Of Every Man, In Every Infant's Cry Of Fear, In Every Voice, In Every Ban, The Mind-forg'd Manacles I Hear.

My Mother Bore Me In The Southern Wild, And I Am Black, But O! My Soul Is White; White As An Angel Is The English Child, But I Am Black As If Bereaved Of Light.

Energy Is An Eternal Delight.

For I Dance And Drink And Sing, Till Some Blind Hand Shall Brush My Wing. If Thought Is Life And Strength And Breath And The Want Of Thought Is Death Then Am I A Happy Fly If I Live Or If I Die

Some Are Born To Sweet Delight, Some Are Born To Endless Night.

Every Thing Possible To Be Believ'd Is An Image Of Truth.

I Have Mental Joys And Mental Health, Mental Friends And Mental Wealth, I've A Wife That I Love And That Loves Me; I've All But Riches Bodily.

To Create A Little Flower Is The Labour Of Ages.

God Is The Poetic Genius In Each Of Us.

I Love Hanging And Drawing And Quartering Every Bit As Well As War And Slaughtering.

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.

It Is The Greatest Of Crimes To Depress True Art And Science.

When A Sinister Person Means To Be Your Enemy, They Always Start By Trying To Become Your Friend.

Energy Is Eternal Delight.

The Reason Milton Wrote In Fetters When He Wrote Of Angels And God, And At Liberty When Of Devils And Hell, Is Because He Was A True Poet And Of The Devil's Party Without Knowing It.

Such, Such Were The Joys When We All, Girls And Boys, In Our Youth Time Were Seen On The Echoing Green.

The Vision Of Christ That Thou Dost See Is My Vision's Greatest Enemy.

Every Mortal Loss Is An Immortal Gain.

Pity Would Be No More, If We Did Not Make Somebody Poor. Mercy No More Could Be, If All Were Happy As We.

I Must Create A System, Or Be Enslav'd By Another Man's.

If A Thing Loves, It Is Infinite.

Thou Art A Man God Is No More Thy Own Humanity Learn To Adore

He Who Desires, But Acts Not, Breeds Pestilence.

General Knowledges Are Those Knowledges That Idiots Possess.

General Knowledge

Improvement Makes Strait Roads, But The Crooked Roads Without Improvement, Are Roads Of Genius.

Let Every Christian, As Much As In Him Lies, Engage Himself Openly And Publicly, Before All The World, In Some Mental Pursuit For The Building Up Of Jerusalem.

I Give You The End Of A Golden String, Only Wind It Into A Ball, It Will Lead You In At Heaven's Gate Built In Jerusalem's Wall.

I Was Angry With My Friend: I Told My Wrath, My Wrath Did End. I Was Angry With My Foe: I Told It Not, My Wrath Did Grow.

The Modest Rose Puts Forth A Thorn,the Humble Sheep A Threat'ning Horn:while The Lily White Shall In Love Delight,nor A Thorn Nor A Threat Stain Her Beauty Bright.

When I Tell The Truth, It Is Not For The Sake Of Convincing Those Who Do Not Know It, But For The Sake Of Defending Those That Do.

Hindsight Is A Wonderful Thing But Foresight Is Better, Especially When It Comes To Saving Life, Or Some Pain!

Men Are Admitted Into Heaven Not Because They Have Curbed And Governed Their Passions Or Have No Passions, But Because They Have Cultivated Their Understandings. The Treasures Of Heaven Are Not Negations Of Passion, But Realities Of Intellect, From Which All The Passions Emanate Uncurbed In Their Eternal Glory.

Every Tear From Every Eyebecomes A Babe In Eternity.

The Fool Shall Not Enter Into Heaven Let Him Be Ever So Holy.

Think Not Thou Canst Sigh A Sigh And Thy Maker Is Not By; Think Not Thou Canst Weep A Tear And Thy Maker Is Not Near.

Dear Mother, Dear Mother, The Church Is Cold, But The Ale-house Is Healthy And Pleasant And Warm.

This Life's Dim Windows Of The Soul Distorts The Heavens From Pole To Pole And Leads You To Believe A Lie When You See With, Not Through, The Eye.

The Roaring Of Lions, The Howling Of Wolves, The Raging Of The Stormy Sea, And The Destructive Sword, Are Portions Of Eternity, Too Great For The Eye Of Man.

We Are Here To Learn To Endure The Beams Of Love

Gratitude, In Itself, Is Heaven.

Reason, Or The Ratio Of All We Have Already Known, Is Not The Same That It Shall Be When We Know More.

You Cannot Have Liberty In This World Without What You Call Moral Virtue, And You Cannot Have Moral Virtue Without The Slavery Of That Half Of The Human Race Who Hate What You Call Moral Virtue.

I See Through My Eyes, Not With Them.

Through My Eyes

Man Has No Body Distinct From His Soul; For That Called Body Is A Portion Of Soul Discerned By The Five Senses, The Chief Inlets Of Soul In This Age.

Praises Reap Not! Joys Laugh Not! Sorrows Weep Not!

God Forbid That Truth Should Be Confined To Mathematical Demonstration!

Gratitude Is Heaven Itself; There Could Be No Heaven Without Gratitude.

The Lust Of The Goat Is The Bounty Of God.

What Seems To Be, Is, To Those To Whom It Seems To Be, And Is Productive Of The Most Dreadful Consequences To Those To Whom It Seems To Be, Even Of Torments, Despair, Eternal Death.

As We Are, So We See.

The Pure Soul Shall Mount On Native Wings, . . . And Cut A Path Into The Heaven Of Glory.

You Become What You Behold.

Opposition Is True Friendship.

True Friendship

But Most Thro' Midnight Streets I Hear How The Youthful Harlots Curse Blasts The New-born Infants Tear And Blights With Plagues The Marriage Hearse

Grown Old In Love From Seven Till Seven Times Seven,i Oft Have Wished For Hell For Ease From Heaven.

To Mercy, Pity, Peace And Love All Pray In Their Distress, And To These Virtues Of Delight Return Their Thankfulness.

He Who Doubts From What He Sees Will Ne'er Believe, Do What You Please.

He Who Pretends To Be Either Painter Or Engraver Without Being A Master Of Drawing Is An Imposter.

Better To Shun The Bait Than Struggle In The Snare.

Expect Poison From The Standing Water.

A Skylark Wounded In The Wing, / A Cherubim Does Cease To Sing.

I Am In You And You In Me, Mutual In Divine Love.

Come Live, And Be Merry, And Join With Me, To Sing The Sweet Chorus Of 'ha Ha He!

The Cut Worm Forgives The Plow.

He Who Makes His Law A Curse, By His Own Law Shall Surely Die.

Fun I Love, But Too Much Fun Is Of All Things The Most Loathsome. Mirth Is Better Than Fun, And Happiness Is Better Than Mirth.

The Cistern Contains: The Fountain Overflows.

The Most Sublime Act Is To Set Another Before You.

When The Sun Rises, Do You Not See A Round Disc Of Fire Somewhat Like A Guinea? O No, No, I See An Innumerable Company Of The Heavenly Host Crying Holy, Holy, Holy Is The Lord God Almighty.

Come O'er The Eastern Hills, And Let Our Winds Kiss Thy Perfumed Garments; Let Us Taste Thy Morn And Evening Breath; Scatter Thy Pearls Upon Our Love-sick Land That Mourns For Thee.

When Sir Joshua Reynolds Died All Nature Was Degraded; The King Dropped A Tear In The Queen's Ear, And All His Pictures Faded.

A Dog Starv'd At The Master's Gate Predicts The Ruin Of The State. A Horse Misus'd Upon The Road Calls To Heaven For Human Blood. Each Outcry Of The Hunted Hare A Fibre From The Brain Does Tear, A Skylark Wounded On The Wing, A Cherubim Does Cease To Sing.

But When He Has Done This, Let Him Not Say That He Knows Better Than His Master, For He Only Holds A Candle In Sunshine.

God And His Priest And King,...make Up A Heaven Of Our Misery.

But If At Church They Would Give Some Ale. And A Pleasant Fire Our Souls To Regale. We'd Sing And We'd Pray All The Live Long Day, Nor Ever Once From The Church To Stray.

Naught Can Deform The Human Race Like To The Armor's Iron Brace.

Without Contraries Is No Progression. Attraction And Repulsion, Reason And Energy, Love And Hate, Are Necessary To Human Existence.

May God Us Keep From Single Vision And Newton's Sleep.

When The Voices Of Children Are Heard On The Greenand Laughing Is Heard On The Hill,my Heart Is At Rest Within My Breastand Everything Else Is Still.

The Glory Of Christianity Is To Conquer By Forgiveness.

Christian Inspirational

I Went To The Garden Of Love, And Saw What I Never Had Seen: A Chapel Was Built In The Midst, Where I Used To Play On The Green. And The Gates Of This Chapel Were Shut, And 'thou Shalt Not' Writ Over The Door; So I Turn'd To The Garden Of Love, That So Many Sweet Flowers Bore. And I Saw It Was Filled With Graves, And Tomb-stones Where Flowers Should Be: And Priests In Black Gowns, Were Walking Their Rounds, And Binding With Briars, My Joys & Desires.

Error Is Created; Truth Is Eternal.

To Generalize Is To Be An Idiot.

There Is A Smile Of Love, And There Is A Smile Of Deceit, And There Is A Smile Of Smiles In Which These Two Smiles Meet.

Celebrate Your Existence!

The Soul Of Sweet Delight, Can Never Be Defiled.

Holy, Holy, Holy Is The Lord God Almighty !

The Ruins Of Time Build Mansions In Eternity.

If You Have Form'd A Circle To Go Into, Go Into It Yourself, And See How You Would Do. They Said This Mystery Never Shall Cease: The Priest Promotes War, And The Soldier Peace.

I Cry, Love! Love! Love! Happy Happy Love! Free As The Mountain Wind!

A Divine Image Cruelty Has A Human Heart, And Jealousy A Human Face; Terror The Human Form Divine, And Secresy The Human Dress. The Human Dress Is Forged Iron, The Human Form A Fiery Forge, The Human Face A Furnace Sealed, The Human Heart Its Hungry Gorge.

Abstinence Sows Sand All Over The Ruddy Limbs And Flaming Hair, But Desire Gratified Plants Fruits Of Life And Beauty There.

God Appears, And God Is Light, To Those Poor Souls Who Dwell In Night; But Does A Human Form Display To Those Who Dwell In Realms Of Day.

Oh! Why Was I Born With A Different Face? Why Was I Not Born Like The Rest Of My Race? When I Look,each One Starts! When I Speak, I Offend; Then Im Silent & Passive & Lose Every Friend. Then My Verse I Dishonour, My Pictures Despise, My Person Degrade & My Temper Chastise; And The Pen Is My Terror, The Pencil My Shame; All My Talents I Bury, And Dead Is My Fame. Im Either Too Low Or Too Highly Prized; When Elate I M Envy'd, When Meek Im Despis'd

Different Faces

The Old And New Testaments Are The Great Code Of Art.

Auguries Of Innocence "the Emmet's Inch And Eagle's Mile Make Lame Philosophy To Smile. He Who Doubts From What He Sees Will Ne'er Believe, Do What You Please.

It Is Easier To Forgive An Enemy Than To Forgive A Friend.

The World Of Imagination Is The World Of Eternity. It Is The Divine Bosom Into Which We Shall All Go After Death Of The Vegetative Body.

For Mercy Has A Human Heart Pity, A Human Face: And Love, The Human Form Divine, And Peace, The Human Dress.

You Throw The Sand Against The Wind And The Wind Blows It Back Again.

Where Any View Of Money Exists, Art Cannot Be Carried On.

The Ancient Poets Animated All Sensible Objects With Gods Or Geniuses, Calling Them By The Names And Adorning Them With The Properties Of Woods, Rivers, Mountains, Lakes, Cities, Nations, And Whatever Their Enlarged & Numerous Senses Could Perceive.

One Law For The Lion And Ox Is Oppression.

My Mother Groaned, My Father Wept, Into The Dangerous World I Leapt.

I Am Going To That Country Which I Have All My Life Wished To See.

O Earth, O Earth, Return! Arise From Out The Dewy Grass; Night Is Worn; And The Morn Rises From The Slumbrous Mass.

Each Man Is Haunted Until His Humanity Awakens.

We Are Not Meant To Resolve All Contradictions But To Live With Them And Rise Above Them.

The Countless Gold Of A Merry Heart, The Rubies And Pearls Of A Loving Eye, The Indolent Never Can Bring To The Mart, Nor The Secret Hoard Up In His Treasury.

The World Of Imagination Is The World Of Eternity. It Is The Divine Bosom Into Which We Shall All Go After The Death Of The Vegetated [i.e. Mortal] Body. This World Of Imagination Is Infinite And Eternal, Whereas The World Of Generation Is Finite And Temporal. There Exist In That Eternal World The Eternal Realities Of Everything Which We See Reflected In This Vegetable Glass Of Nature.

Man Was Made For Joy And Woe, And When This We Rightly Know Through The World We Safely Go. Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine, A Clothing For The Soul To Bind.

Each Man Must Create His Own System Or Else He Is A Slave To Another Mans

The Best Wine Is The Oldest, The Best Water The Newest.

The Angel That Presided O'er My Birth Said, 'little Creature, Formed Of Joy And Mirth, Go Love Without The Help Of Any Thing On Earth'.

Invention Depends Altogether Upon Execution Or Organization; As That Is Right Or Wrong So Is The Invention Perfect Or Imperfect.

How Have You Left The Ancient Love That Bards Of Old Enjoyed In You! The Languid Strings Do Scarcely Move! The Sound Is Forced, The Notes Are Few!

I Am Under The Direction Of Messengers From Heaven Daily And Nightly.

What Is A Wife And What Is A Harlot? What Is A Church And What Is A Theatre? Are They Two And Not One? Can They Exist Separate? Are Not Religion And Politics The Same Thing? Brotherhood Is Religion. O Demonstrations Of Reason Dividing Families In Cruelty And Pride!

If You Cannot Imagine With The Mind's Eye Much More Than You Can See With The Mortal Eye, You Have A Very Poor Imagination Indeed.

Pride Is A Personal Commitment. It Is An Attitude Which Separates Excellence From Mediocrity.

I Heard An Angel Singing; When The Day Was Springing, Mercy, Pity, Peace; Is The World's Release.

Bring Me An Axe And Spade, Bring Me A Winding-sheet; When I My Grave Have Made Let Winds And Tempests Beat: Then Down I'll Lie As Cold As Clay. True Love Doth Pass Away!

Desperate Remorse Swallows The Present In A Quenchless Rage.

What Is It Men In Women Do Require: The Lineaments Of Gratified Desire. What Is It Women Do In Men Require: The Lineaments Of Gratified Desire.

Work Up Imagination To The State Of Vision.

Why A Tender Curb Upon The Youthful Burning Boy? Why A Little Curtain Of Flesh On The Bed Of Our Desire?

What Is Now Proved Was Once Only Imagined.

To Chloe's Breast Young Cupid Slily Stole, But He Crept In At Myra's Pocket-hole.

Rhetoric Completes The Tools Of Learning. Dialectic Zeros In On The Logic Of Things, Of Particular Systems Of Thought Or Subjects. Rhetoric Takes The Next Grand Step And Brings All These Subjects Together Into One Whole.

The Eagle Never Lost So Much Time As When He Submitted To Learn Of The Crow

For All Eternity, I Forgive You And You Forgive Me.

Where Cheating Is, There's Mischief There.

How Can A Bird That Is Born For Joy Sit In A Cage And Sing?

Mercy, Pity, And Peace, Are The World's Release.

Death Is Terrible, Tho' Borne On Angels' Wings!

Children Of The Future Age Reading This Indignant Page Know That In A Former Time Love, Sweet Love, Was Thought A Crime

Bring Me My Bow Of Burning Gold: Bring Me My Arrows Of Desire: Bring Me My Spear: O Clouds, Unfold! Bring Me My Chariot Of Fire.

Where Lambs Have Nibbled, Silent Moves The Feet Of Angels Bright; Unseen They Pour Blessing, And Joy Without Ceasing, On Each Bud And Blossom, And Each Sleeping Bosom.

I Have Conversed With The Spiritual Sun. I Saw Him On Primrose Hill

Eternity Is In Love With The Productions Of Time.

There Is A Place Where Contrarieties Are Equally True.

We Are Led To Believe A Lie When We See Not Through The Eye.

O Thou Who Passest Through Our Valleys In Thy Strength, Curb Thy Fierce Steeds, Allay The Heat That Flames From Their Large Nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft Pitchest Here Thy Golden Tent, And Oft Beneath Our Oaks Hast Slept, While We Beheld With Joy Thy Ruddy Limbs And Flourishing Hair.

The Little Ones Leaped, And Shouted, And Laugh'd And All The Hills Echoed

'come Hither, My Boy, Tell Me What Thou Seest There?' 'a Fool Tangled In A Religious Snare.'

Both Read The Bible Day And Night, But Thou Read Black Where I Read White.

Enthusiastic Admiration Is The First Principle Of Knowledge And Its Last.

Every Wolf's And Lion's Howl Raises From Hell A Human Soul.

Can I See Another's Woe, And Not Be In Sorrow Too? Can I See Another's Grief, And Not Seek For Kind Relief? Can I See A Falling Tear, And Not Feel My Sorrow's Share? Can A Father See His Child Weep, Nor Be With Sorrow Filled? Can A Mother Sit And Hear An Infant Groan, An Infant Fear? No, No! Never Can It Be! Never, Never Can It Be!

Then Cherish Pity, Lest You Drive An Angel From Your Door.

Innocence And Experience

Sleep, Sleep, Beauty Bright,dreaming O'er The Joys Of Night.sleep, Sleep: In Thy Sleeplittle Sorrows Sit And Weep.

None But Blockheads Copy Each Other.

Man Has Closed Himself Up, Till He Sees All Things Thro' Narrow Chinks Of His Cavern.

The Goddess Fortune Is The Devil's Servant, Ready To Kiss Any One's Ass.

He Who Wants, But Doesn't Act, Is A Pest.

As The Caterpillar Chooses The Fairest Leaves To Lay Her Eggs On, So The Priest Lays His Curse On The Fairest Joys.

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