William Blake Quotes on Justice
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And there the lion's ruddy eyes Shall flow with tears of gold, And pitying the tender cries, And walking round the fold, Saying: 'Wrath by his meekness, And by his health, sickness, Is driven away From our immortal day.'
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A dog starved at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state.
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The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave old England's winding sheet.