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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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B. JONS.

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John Donne·1572–1631
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To John Donne. _1650-69, following the_ Hexastichon adBibliopolam.] To LUCY, COUNTESSE OF BEDFORD, with M. DONNES Satyres. _Lucy_, you brightnesse of our Spheare, who areLife of the _Muses_ day, their morning Starre!If works (not th'Authors) their own grace should lookWhose poems would not wish to be your book?But these, desir'd by you, the makers endsCrown with their own. Rare Poems ask rare friends.Yet, _Satyres_, since the most of mankind beeTheir unavoided subject, fewest see:For none ere took that pleasure in sins sense,But, when they heard it tax'd, took more offence.They, then, that living where the matter is bred,Dare for these Poems, yet, both ask, and read,And like them too; must needfully, though few,Be of the best: and 'mongst those best are you;_Lucy_, you brightnefle of our Spheare, who areThe _Muses_ evening, as their morning-Starre.
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