How Sweet I Roamed From Field To

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

Art Is The Tree Of Life. Science Is The Tree Of Death.

Wisdom Is Sold In A Desolate Marketplace Where None Can Come To Buy.

First Thought Is Best In Art, Second In Other Matters.

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.