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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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One who, or that which, accelerates.

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The Damp

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John Donne·1572–1631
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HEN I am dead, and doctors know not why,And my friends' curiosityWill have me cut up to survey each part,When they shall find your picture in my heart,You think a sudden damp of loveWill thorough all their senses move,And work on them as me, and so preferYour murder to the name of massacre, Poor victories; but if you dare be brave,And pleasure in your conquest have,First kill th' enormous giant, your Disdain;And let th' enchantress Honour, next be slain;And like a Goth and Vandal rise,Deface records and historiesOf your own arts and triumphs over men,And without such advantage kill me then, For I could muster up, as well as you,My giants, and my witches too,Which are vast Constancy and Secretness;But these I neither look for nor profess;Kill me as woman, let me dieAs a mere man; do you but tryYour passive valour, and you shall find then,Naked you have odds enough of any man.
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