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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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Incertenties now crowne them-selues assur’de

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John Berryman·1914–1972
ow with the drops of this most balmie time, My loue lookes fresh . . . In view of the immediacy of the last six lines, it is useless to deny thepossibility that Sonnet 107 was composed in the late summer or earlyautumn of 1588. Hotson fancies Shakespeare waited until the yearended, but that balmy rain feels like a summer rain and news of theArmada’s conclusive dispersal came early in August Sonnet 123 fol-lows very well in 1588 or 1589; 124— we will see presently— in the