The Generations Of Men Run

Jerusalem (1804) And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time Walk Upon England's Mountains Green And Was The Holy Lamb Of God On England's Pleasant Pastures Seen And Did The Countenance Divine Shine Forth Upon Our Clouded Hills And Was Jerusalem Builded Here Among Those Dark Satanic Mills Bring Me My Bow Of Burning Gold Bring Me My Arrows Of Desire Bring Me My Spears O'clouds Unfold Bring Me My Chariot Of Fire I Will Not Cease From Mental Fight Nor Shall My Sword Sleep In My Hand 'til We Have Built Jerusalem In England's Green And Pleasant Land

O God, Protect Me From My Friends, That They Have Not Power Over Me. Thou Hast Giv'n Me Power To Protect Myself From Thy Bitterest Enemies.

He Who Pretends To Be Either Painter Or Engraver Without Being A Master Of Drawing Is An Imposter.

Shame Is Pride's Cloak.

My Mother Bore Me In The Southern Wild, And I Am Black, But O! My Soul Is White; White As An Angel Is The English Child, But I Am Black As If Bereaved Of Light.