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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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Away with such hollow pretences!

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George Herbert·1593–1633
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It wasn't from _watching_ the cup I lost the control of my senses, `Or, falling, I couldn't get up.= Destruction again was before me, `And empty once more was my purse, But thoughts of mine uncle came o'er me, `And withered my half-uttered curse.= I thought that the mines of Australia `I'd found in the meanest of men, And, smoking a fearful "regalia," `I sought thine iniquitous den.= My walk, though a little unsteady, `Was dignity tempered with grace; I playfully asked for the "ready," `And smiled in thy villainous face.= I brought thee my best Sunday beaver, `And gorgeous habiliments new;
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