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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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The Computation

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John Donne·1572–1631
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or my first twenty years, since yesterday,I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away;For forty more I fed on favours past,And forty on hopes that thou wouldst they might last;Tears drown'd one hundred, and sighs blew out two;A thousand, I did neither think nor do,Or not divide, all being one thought of you;Or in a thousand more, forgot that too.Yet call not this long life; but think that IAm, by being dead, immortal; can ghosts die?
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