He Who Pretends To Be Either Painter

[l]et Light Rise From The Chambers Of The East, And Bring The Honey'd Dew That Cometh On Waking Day. O Radiant Morning.

The Bat That Flits At Close Of Eve Has Left The Brain That Won't Believe. The Owl That Calls Upon The Night Speaks The Unbeliever's Fright.

The Foundation Of Empire Is Art And Science. Remove Them Or Degrade Them, And The Empire Is No More. Empire Follows Art And Not Vice Versa As Englishmen Suppose.

Auguries Of Innocence "the Emmet's Inch And Eagle's Mile Make Lame Philosophy To Smile. He Who Doubts From What He Sees Will Ne'er Believe, Do What You Please.

If Others Had Not Been Foolish, We Should Be So.