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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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Edmund Spenser·1552–1599
lovely Ladie[*] rode him faire beside,Upon a lowly Asse more white then snow,Yet she much whiter, but the same did hide 30Under a vele, that wimpled was full low,And over all a blacke stole she did throw,As one that inly mournd: so was she sad,And heavie sat upon her palfrey slow;Seemed in heart some hidden care she had, 35And by her in a line a milke white lambe she lad. V So pure and innocent, as that same lambe,She was in life and every vertuous lore,And by descent from Royall lynage cameOf ancient Kings and Queenes, that had of yore 40Their scepters stretcht from East to Westerne shore,And all the world in their subjection held;Till that infernall feend with foule uproreForwasted all their land, and them expeld:Whom to avenge, she had this Knight from far compeld. 45