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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 Usury

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John Donne·1572–1631
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OR every hour that thou wilt spare me now,I will allow,Usurious god of love, twenty to thee,When with my brown my gray hairs equal be.Till then, Love, let my body range, and letMe travel, sojourn, snatch, plot, have, forget,Resume my last year's relict; think that yetWe'd never met. Let me think any rival's letter mine,And at next nineKeep midnight's promise; mistake by the wayThe maid, and tell the lady of that delay;Only let me love none; no, not the sportFrom country grass to confitures of court,Or city's quelque-choses; let not reportMy mind transport. This bargain's good; if when I'm old, I beInflamed by thee,If thine own honour, or my shame and pain,Thou covet most, at that age thou shalt gain.Do thy will then; then subject and degreeAnd fruit of love, Love, I submit to thee.Spare me till then; I'll bear it, though she beOne that love me.
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