The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

''If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is: infinite.''





''The sow came in with the saddle,
The little pig rocked the cradle,
The dish jumped o' top of the table
To see the brass pot swallow the ladle.
The old pot behind the door 5
Called the kettle a blackamoor.
'Odd bobbs' said the gridiron, 'can't you agree?
I'm the head constable, bring them to me.''



William Blake