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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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XVIII.

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Edmund Spenser·1552–1599
hese heapes of stones, these old wals which ye see,Were first enclosures but of salvage soyle;And these brave pallaces, which maystred beeOf time, were shepheards cottages somewhile.Then tooke the shepheards kingly ornamentsAnd the stout hynde arm’d his right hand with steele:Eftsoones their rule of yearely presidentsGrew great, and sixe months greater a great deele;Which, made perpetuall, rose to so great might,That thence th’imperiall eagle rooting tooke,Till th’heaven it selfe, opposing gainst her might,Her power to Peters successor betooke,Who, shepheardlike, (as Fates the same foreseeing,)Doth shew that all things turne to their first being.[XVIII. 8.—_Sixe months_, &c. The term of the dictatorship at Rome.]