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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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XXVI.

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Edmund Spenser·1552–1599
weet is the rose, but growes upon a brere;Sweet is the iunipeer; but sharpe his bough;Sweet is the eglantine, but pricketh nere;Sweet is the firbloome, but his braunches rough*;Sweet is the cypresse, but his rynd is rough;Sweet is the nut, but bitter is his pill**;Sweet is the broome-flowre, but yet sowre enough;And sweet is moly, but his root is ill.So every sweet with soure is tempred still,That maketh it be coveted the more:For easie things, that may be got at will,Most sorts of men doe set but little store.Why then should I accompt of little paine,That endlesse pleasure shall unto me gaine![* I.e. raw, crude.][** _Pill_, peel.]