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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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Love's Alchemy

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John Donne·1572–1631
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ome that have deeper digg'd love's mine than I,Say, where his centric happiness doth lie.I have loved, and got, and told,But should I love, get, tell, till I were old,I should not find that hidden mystery.O! 'tis imposture all;And as no chemic yet th' elixir got,But glorifies his pregnant pot,If by the way to him befallSome odoriferous thing, or medicinal,So, lovers dream a rich and long delight,But get a winter-seeming summer's night. Our ease, our thrift, our honour, and our day,Shall we for this vain bubble's shadow pay?Ends love in this, that my manCan be as happy as I can, if he canEndure the short scorn of a bridegroom's play?That loving wretch that swears,'Tis not the bodies marry, but the minds,Which he in her angelic finds,Would swear as justly, that he hears,In that day's rude hoarse minstrelsy, the spheres.Hope not for mind in women; at their best,Sweetness and wit they are, but mummy, possess'd.
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