Praises Reap Not! Joys Laugh Not! Sorrows

You've Always Had The Power Right There In Your Shoes, You Just Had To Learn It For Yourself.

All Pictures That's Painted With Sense And With Thought / Are Painted By Madmen As Sure As A Groat; / For The Greater The Fool In The Pencil More Blest, / And When They Are Drunk They Always Paint Best.

In Every Cry Of Every Man, In Every Infant's Cry Of Fear, In Every Voice, In Every Ban, The Mind-forg'd Manacles I Hear.

If A Thing Loves, It Is Infinite.

Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine.