Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public Records to be true. – William Blake
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternitys sun rise. – William Blake
Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public Records to be true. – William Blake
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternitys sun rise. – William Blake
Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too. – William Blake