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
Can I see anothers woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see anothers grief, and not seek for kind relief? – William Blake