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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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XXIII.

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Edmund Spenser·1552–1599
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And tell me, if that ye my sonne haveheardTo lurke emongst your Nimphes in secretwize,Or keepe their cabins: much I am affeardLeast he like one of them him selfe dis-guize,And turne his arrowes to their exercize.So may he long him selfe full easie hide ;For he is faire and fresh in face and guizeAs any Nimphe; (let not it be envide.’)So saying, every Nimph full narrowly sheeeide.XXIV. But Pheebe therewith sore was angered,And sharply saide: ‘Goe, Dame; goe,seeke your boy,Where you him lately lefte, in Mars hisbed:He comes not here; we scorne his foolishoy,Ne lend we leisure to his idle toy:But if I catch him in this company,By Stygian lake I vow, whose sad annoyThe Gods doe dread, he dearly shall abye:lle clip his wanton wings, that he no more shall flye.’XviWhom whenas Venus saw SO sore dis-pleasd, Shee inly sory was, and gan relent
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