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William Blake

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?

Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?

Or Love in a golden bowl?

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One who, or that which, accelerates.

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Fem. And with this sword Pembroke will fight 355

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Christopher Marlowe·1564–1593·English Renaissance theatre
dw. But wherefore walks young Mortimer aside?Be thou commander of our royal fleet;Or if that lofty office like thee not,I make thee here Lord Marshal of the realm. Y. Mor. My lord, PU marshal so your enemies, 360As England shall be quiet, and you safe. Edw. And as for you, Lord Mortimer of Chirke,Whose great achievements in our foreign warDeserve no common place, nor mean reward;Be you the general of the levied troops, 365