Listen To The Fool's Reproach!

England! Awake! Awake! Awake! Jerusalem Thy Sister Calls! Why Wilt Thou Sleep The Sleep Of Death And Close Her From Thy Ancient Walls?

Wisdom Is Sold In A Desolate Marketplace Where None Can Come To Buy.

I Must Create A System Or Be Enslaved By Another Mans; I Will Not Reason And Compare: My Business Is To Create.

The Whole Business Of Man Is The Arts, & All Things Common.

Prisons Are Built With Stones Of Law. Brothels With The Bricks Of Religion.