Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. – William Blake
Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity. – William Blake

Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. – William Blake
Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity. – William Blake
Nature in darkness groans and men are bound to sullen contemplation in the night: restless they turn on beds of sorrow; in their inmost brain feeling the crushing wheels, they rise, they write the bitter words of stern philosophy and knead the bread of knowledge with tears and groans. – William Blake