Песни Невинности и Опыта

myself sitting on a pleasant bank beside a river by moon light hearing a harper who sung to the harp. his theme was, The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, breeds reptiles of the mind. But I arose, and sought for the mill, there I found my Angel, who surprised asked me, how I escaped? I answerd. All that we saw was owing to your metaphysics: for when you ran away, I found myself on a bank by moonlight hearing a harper, But now we have seen my eternal lot, shall I shew you yours? he laughd at my proposal: but I by force suddenly caught him in my arms, flew westerly thro' the night, till we were elevated above the earths shadow: then I flung myself with him directly into the body of the sun, here I clothed myself in white, taking in my hand Swedenborgs volumes sunk from the glorious clime, and passed all the planets till we came to saturn, here I staid to rest then leap'd into the void, between saturn the fixed stars. Here said I! is your lot, in this space, if space it may be calld, Soon we saw the stable and the church, I took him to the altar and open'd the Bible, and lo! it was a deep pit, into which I descended driving the Angel before me, soon we saw seven houses of brick, one we enterd; in it were anumber of monkeys, baboons, all of that species chaind by the middle, grinning and snatching at one another, but witheld by the shortness of their chains: however I saw that they sometimes grew numerous, and then the weak were caught by the strong and with a grinning aspect, first coupled with then devourd, by plucking off first one limb and then another till the body was left a helpless trunk this after grinning kissing it with seeming fondness they devourd too; and here there I saw one savourily picking the flesh off of his own tail; as the stench terribly annoyd us both we went into the mill, I in my hand brought the skeleton of a body, which in the mill was Aristotles Analytics. So the Angel said: thy phantasy has imposed upon me thou oughtest to be ashamed. I answerd: we impose on one another, it is but lost time to converse with you whose works are only Analytics.

Opposition is true Friendship.

I have always found that Angels have the vanity to speak of themselves as the only wise; this they do with a confident insolence sprouting from systematic reasoning: Thus Swedenborg boasts that what he writes is new; tho' it is only the Contents or Index of already publish'd books A man carried a monkey about for a shew, because he was a little wiser than the monkey, grew vain, and conciev'd himself as wiser than seven men. It is so with Swedenborg; he shews the folly of churches exposes hypocrites, till he imagines that all are religious. himself the single one on earth that ever broke a Now hear a plain fact: Swedenborg has not written one new truth: Now hear another: he has written all the old falshoods. And now hear the reason. He conversed with Angels who are all religious, conversed not with Devils who all hate religion, for he was incapable thro' his conceited notions. Thus Swedenborgs writings are a recapitulation of all superficial opinions, and an analysis of the more sublime, but no Have now another plain fact: Any man of mechanical talents may from the writings of Paracelsus or Jacob Behmen, produce ten thousand volumes of equal value with Swedenborg's. and from those of Dante or Shakespear, an infinite number. But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine.

A Memorable Fancy