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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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A Jet Ring Sent

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John Donne·1572–1631
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HOU art not so black as my heart,Nor half so brittle as her heart, thou art;What would'st thou say? shall both our properties by thee be spoke,—Nothing more endless, nothing sooner broke? Marriage rings are not of this stuff;Oh, why should ought less precious, or less toughFigure our loves? except in thy name thou have bid it say,"—I'm cheap, and nought but fashion; fling me away." Yet stay with me since thou art come,Circle this finger's top, which didst her thumb;Be justly proud, and gladly safe, that thou dost dwell with me;She that, O! broke her faith, would soon break thee.
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