What Is Now Proved Was Once Only

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.

Do What You Will This Life's A Fiction, And Is Made Up Of Contradiction.

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!

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.

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