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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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Sonnet 54

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Edmund Spenser·1552–1599
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f this worlds theatre in which we stay,My love like the spectator ydly sitsBeholding me that all the pageants play,Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.Sometimes I joy when glad occasion fits,And mask in myrth lyke to a comedy:Soone after when my joy to sorrow flits,I waile and make my woes a tragedy.Yet she, beholding me with constant eye,Delights not in my merth nor rues my smart:But when I laugh she mocks, and when I cryShe laughs and hardens evermore her heart.What then can move her? if nor merth nor mone,She is no woman, but a senceless stone.
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