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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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Holy Sonnet III: O Might Those Sighs And Tears Return Again

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John Donne·1572–1631
might those sighs and tears return againInto my breast and eyes, which I have spent,That I might in this holy discontentMourn with some fruit, as I have mourned in vain;In mine Idolatry what showers of rainMine eyes did waste! what griefs my heart did rent!That sufferance was my sin; now I repent;'Cause I did suffer I must suffer pain.Th' hydropic drunkard, and night-scouting thief,The itchy lecher, and self-tickling proudHave the remembrance of past joys for reliefOf comming ills. To (poor) me is allowedNo ease; for long, yet vehement grief hath beenTh' effect and cause, the punishment and sin.