Imitation is criticism. - William Blake

Seeing this False Christ, in fury and passion I made my voice heard all over the nation. … I am sure this Jesus will not do
Either for Englishman or Jew.

What is Grand is necessarily obscure to Weak men. That which can be made Explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.

INFANT SORROW My mother groaned, my father wept: Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud. Struggling in my father's hands, Striving against my swaddling-bands, Bound and weary, I thought best To sulk upon my mother's breast.