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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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Sonnet 30

15 lines
Edmund Spenser·1552–1599
onnet XXX MY loue is lyke to yse, and I to fyre;how comes it then that this her cold so greatis not dissolu'd through my so hot desyre,but harder growes the more I her intreat?Or how comes it that my exceeding heatis not delayd by her hart frosen cold:but that I burne much more in boyling sweat,and feel my flames augmented manifold?What more miraculous thing may be toldthat fire which all things melts, should harden yse:and yse which is congeald with sencelesse cold,should kindle fyre by wonderfull deuyse.Such is the powre of loue in gentle mind,that it can alter all the course of kynd.