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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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noun

One who, or that which, accelerates.

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Negative Love

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John Donne·1572–1631
NEVER stoop'd so low, as theyWhich on an eye, cheek, lip, can prey;Seldom to them which soar no higherThan virtue, or the mind to admire.For sense and understanding mayKnow what gives fuel to their fire;My love, though silly, is more brave;For may I miss, whene'er I crave,If I know yet what I would have. If that be simply perfectest,Which can by no way be express'dBut negatives, my love is so.To all, which all love, I say no.If any who deciphers best,What we know not—ourselves—can know,Let him teach me that nothing. ThisAs yet my ease and comfort is,Though I speed not, I cannot miss.