| William Blake (17571827). The Poetical Works. 1908. | | | | Verses from The Gates of Paradise | | [Epilogue]. To the Accuser who is The God of this World |
| | | TRULY, my Satan, thou art but a dunce, | |
| And dost not know the garment from the man; | |
| Every harlot was a virgin once, | |
| Nor canst thou ever change Kate into Nan. | |
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| Tho thou art worshipd by the names divine | 5 |
| Of Jesus and Jehovah, thou art still | |
| The Son of Morn in weary Nights decline, | |
| The lost travellers dream under the hill. | | | | |
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