From the Proverbs of Hell by William Blake

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.

Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

She who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.

The cut worm forgives the plow.

She whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.

No bird soars too high, if she soars with her own wings.

If the fool would persist in her folly she would become wise.

Folly is the cloke of knavery.

Shame is Pride’s cloke.

The fox condemns the trap not himself.

Think in the morning, Act in the noon, Eat in the evening, Sleep in the night.

Expect poison from the standing water.

You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.

If others had not been foolish, we should be so.

To create a little flower is the labour of ages.

Exuberance is Beauty.

Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.

Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.