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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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noun

One who, or that which, accelerates.

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Edmund Spenser·1552–1599
ehind her farre away a Dwarfe[*] did lag,That lasie seemd in being ever last,Or wearied with bearing of her bagOf needments at his backe. Thus as they past,The day with cloudes was suddeine overcast, 50And angry Jove an hideous storme of raineDid poure into his Lemans lap so fast,That everie wight to shrowd it did constrain,And this faire couple eke to shroud themselves were fain.