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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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Song: Sweetest love, I do not go

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John Donne·1572–1631
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WEETEST love, I do not go,For weariness of thee,Nor in hope the world can showA fitter love for me;But since that IAt the last must part, 'tis best,Thus to use myself in jestBy feigned deaths to die. Yesternight the sun went hence,And yet is here to-day;He hath no desire nor sense,Nor half so short a way;Then fear not me,But believe that I shall makeSpeedier journeys, since I takeMore wings and spurs than he. O how feeble is man's power,That if good fortune fall,Cannot add another hour,Nor a lost hour recall;But come bad chance,And we join to it our strength,And we teach it art and length,Itself o'er us to advance. When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind,But sigh'st my soul away;When thou weep'st, unkindly kind,My life's blood doth decay.It cannot beThat thou lovest me as thou say'st,If in thine my life thou waste,That art the best of me. Let not thy divining heartForethink me any ill;Destiny may take thy part,And may thy fears fulfil.But think that weAre but turn'd aside to sleep.They who one another keepAlive, ne'er parted be.
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