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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 79

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Edmund Spenser·1552–1599
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onnet LXXIX MEN call you fayre, and you doe credit it,For that your selfe ye dayly such doe see:but the trew fayre, that is the gentle wit,and vertuous mind is much more praysd of me.For all the rest, how euer fayre it be,shall turne to nought and loose that glorious hew:but onely that is permanent and freefrom frayle corruption, that doth flesh ensew.That is true beautie: that doth argue youto be diuine and borne of heauenly seed:deriu'd from that fayre Spirit, from whom all trueand perfect beauty did at first proceed.He only fayre, and what he fayre hath made,all other fayre lyke flowres vntymely fade.
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