Proverbs Of Hell (Plates 7-10)
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- Intro - Ulver
- Intro - Ulver
- The Argument (Plate 2) - Ulver
- Plate 3 - Ulver
- Plate 3: Following - Ulver
- The Voice Of The Devil (Plate 4) - Ulver
- Plates 5-6 - Ulver
- A Memorable Fancy (Plates 6-7) - Ulver
- Proverbs Of Hell (Plates 7-10) - Ulver
- Plate 11 - Ulver
- Intro - Ulver
- A Memorable Fancy (Plates 12-13) - Ulver
- Plate 14 - Ulver
- A Memorable Fancy (Plate 15) - Ulver
- A Memorable Fancy (Plates 17-20) - Ulver
- Plates 21 - 22 - Ulver
- A Memorable Fancy (Plates 22-24) - Ulver
- A Song Of Liberty (Plates 25 - 27) - Ulver
- Plates 16-17 - Ulver
Lyrics
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy, drive your cart and your plow
Over the bones of the dead
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by incapacity
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence
The cut worm forgives the plow
Dip him in the river who loves water
A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees
He whose face gives no light
Shall never become a star
Eternity is in love with the productions of time
The busy bee has no time for sorrow
The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock
But of wisdom, no clock can measure
All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap. Bring out number
Weight & measure in a year of dearth. No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings. A dead body revenges not injuries
The most sublime act is to set another before you
If the fool would persist in his folly
He would become wise
Folly is the cloke of knavery
Shame is pride's cloke.
Prisons are built with stones of law
Brothels with bricks of religion
The pride of the peacock is the glory of God
The lust of the goat is the bounty of God
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God
The nakedness of woman is the work of God.
Excess of sorrow laughs
Excess of joy weeps.
The roaring of lions
The howling of wolves
The raging of the stormy sea
And the destructive sword
Are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man
The fox condemns the trap, not himself
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth
Let man wear the feel of the lion
Woman the fleece of the sheep
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
The selfish smiling fool,& the sullen
Frowning fool shall be thought wise
That they may be a rod
What is now proved was only once imagin'd
The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbet
Watch the roots
The lion the tyger, the horse, the elephant
Watch the fruits
The cistern contains: the fountain overflows
One thought fills immensity
Always be ready to speak your mind
And a base man will avoid you
Every thing possible to be beliv'd
Is an image of truth
The eagle never lost so much time
As when he submitted to learn of the crow.
The fox provides for himself
But God provides for the lion
Think in the morning
Act in the noon
Eat in the evening
Sleep in the night
He who has suffer'd you to impose on him knows you
As the plow follows words, so God rewards prayers
The tygers of wrath are the wiser
Than the horses of instruction
Expect poison from the standing water
You never know what is enough
Unless you know what is more than enough
Listen to the fool's reproach! It is a kingly title! The eyes of fire
The nostrils of air
The mouth of water
The beard of earth.
The weak in courage is strong in cunning.
The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow; nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his pray. The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest
If others had not been foolish, we should be so
The soul of sweet delight can never be defil'd
When thou seest an eagle
Thou seest a portion of genius
Lift up thy head!
As the caterpiller chooses
The fairest leaves to lay her eggs on
So the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys
To create a little flower is the labour of ages
Damn braces: bless relaxes
The best wine is the oldest
The best water the newest.
Prayers plow not! Praises reap not!
Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!
The head sublime, the heart pathos, the genitals beauty, the hands & feet proportion
As the air to bird or the sea to fish
So is contempt to the contemptible
The crow wish'd every thing was black
The owl that every thing was white
Exuberance is Beauty
If the lion was advised by the fox,he would be cunning
Improve (me) nt makes strait road
But the crooked roads without improvement
Are roads of genius
Sooner murder an infant in its cradle
Than nurse unacted desires
Where man is not, nature is barren
Truth can never be told so as to be understood
And not be beliv'd
Enough! Or too much.
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