William Blake,
Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion
“ Then he sent forth the Spectre all his pyramids were grains Of sand & his pillars: dust on the flys wing: & his starry Heavens; a moth of gold & silver mocking his anxious grasp 50 Thus Los alterd his Spectre & every Ratio of his Reason He alterd time after time, with dire pain & many tears Till he had completely divided him into a separate space. Terrified Los sat to behold trembling & weeping & howling I care not whether a Man is Good or Evil; all that I care 55 Is whether he is a Wise Man or a Fool. Go! ”
