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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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Explicit Liber Tercius.

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Geoffrey Chaucer·1343–1400
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OOK IV. Incipit Prohemium Liber Quartus. But al to litel, weylaway the whyle,Lasteth swich Ioye, y-thonked be Fortune!That semeth trewest, whan she wol bygyle,And can to foles so hir song entune,That she hem hent and blent, traytour comune; 5And whan a wight is from hir wheel y-throwe,Than laugheth she, and maketh him the mowe. From Troilus she gan hir brighte faceAwey to wrythe, and took of him non hede,But caste him clene out of his lady grace, 10And on hir wheel she sette up Diomede;For which right now myn herte ginneth blede,And now my penne, allas! With which I wryte,Quaketh for drede of that I moot endyte. For how Criseyde Troilus forsook, 15Or at the leste, how that she was unkinde,Mot hennes-forth ben matere of my book,As wryten folk through which it is in minde.Allas! That they sholde ever cause findeTo speke hir harm; and if they on hir lye, 20Y-wis, hem-self sholde han the vilanye. O ye Herines, Nightes doughtren three,That endelees compleynen ever in pyne,Megera, Alete, and eek Thesiphone;Thou cruel Mars eek, fader to Quiryne, 25This ilke ferthe book me helpeth fyne,So that the los of lyf and love y-fereOf Troilus be fully shewed here.
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