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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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III

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Edmund Spenser·1552–1599
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nd thou most dreaded impe of highest Jove,[*]Faire Venus sonne, that with thy cruell dart 20At that good knight so cunningly didst rove,That glorious fire it kindled in his hart,Lay now thy deadly Heben bow apart,And with thy mother milde come to mine ayde;Come both, and with you bring triumphant Mart,[*] 25In loves and gentle jollities arrayd,After his murdrous spoiles and bloudy rage allayd.
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