The harlot's cry from street to street / Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

In every cry of every man,In every infant's cry of fear,In every voice, in every ban,The mind-forged manacles I hear.

He who shall hurt the little wren / Shall never be beloved by men.

Christ's crucifix shall be made an excuse for executing criminals.

The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after the death of the vegetated [i.e. mortal] body. This world of imagination is infinite and eternal, whereas the world of generation is finite and temporal. There exist in that eternal world the eternal realities of everything which we see reflected in this vegetable glass of nature.

He shall not cry, nor lift up, nor cause his voice to be heard in the street.