Love seeketh not itself to please,Nor for itself hath any care,But for another gives its ease,And builds a heaven in hell's despair.

Love seeketh not itself to please,Nor for itself hath any care,But for another gives its ease,And builds a heaven in hell's despair.

William Blake · Songs of Innocence and of Experience

Cruelty has a human heart,And Jealousy a human face;Terror the human form divine,And Secrecy the human dress.

William Blake · Songs of Innocence and of Experience

I was angry with my friend:I told my wrath, my wrath did end.I was angry with my foe:I told it not, my wrath did grow.

William Blake · Songs of Innocence and of Experience

Pity would be no moreIf we did not make somebody Poor;And Mercy no more could beIf all were as happy as we.

William Blake · Songs of Innocence and of Experience

Can I see another's woe,And not be in sorrow too?Can I see another's grief,And not seek for kind relief?

William Blake · Songs of Innocence and of Experience