"What," it will be Question'd, "When the Sun rises, do you not see a round disk of fire somewhat like a Guinea?"

O no, no, I see an Innumerable company of the Heavenly host crying, "Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty."
I question not my Corporeal or Vegetative Eye any more than I would Question a Window concerning a Sight. I look thro' it & not with it.
-- William Blake, A Vision of the Last Judgment.
I have very little of Mr. Blake's company; he is always in Paradise.
-- Kate Blake, his wife, attrib.
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