ONE THOUSAND FAMOUS THINGS 123

To Sweet Delight

EVERY night and every morn
Some to misery are born ;
Every mom and every night
Some are bom to sweet delight.

William Blake

Joy and Woe are Woven Fine

JOY and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine ;
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
It is right it should be so ;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Safely through the world we go.

William Blake

Here Lies John Trot

HERE lies John Trot, the friend of all mankind :
He has not left one enemy behind.
Friends were quite hard to find, old authors say,
But now they stand in everybody's way.

William Blake

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The Poet Looks Forward to His Fame
T ORE durable than brass the frame
Which here I consecrate to Fame ;
Higher than pyramids that rise
With royal pride to brave the skies j
Nor years, though numberless the train,
Nor flight of seasons, wasting rain,
Nor winds, that loud in tempests break,
Shall e'er its firm foundation shake.
AND now I have completed a work which neither the anger of Jove,
nor fire, nor steel, nor consuming Time will be able to destroy!
Let that day which has no power but over this body put an end to the
term of my uncertain life when it will. Yet, in my better part, I shall
be raised immortal above the lofty stars, and indelible shall be my
name. And whenever the Roman power is extended throughout the
vanquished Earth I shall be read by the lips of nations, and if the
presage of poets have aught of truth, throughout all years shall I
survive in fame. Two translations of Horace's farewell to
his book, written before the first century