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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 Message

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John Donne·1572–1631
END home my long stray'd eyes to me,Which, O! too long have dwelt on thee;Yet since there they have learn'd such ill,Such forced fashions,And false passions,That they beMade by theeFit for no good sight, keep them still. Send home my harmless heart again,Which no unworthy thought could stain;Which if it be taught by thineTo make jestingsOf protestings,And break bothWord and oath,Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine. Yet send me back my heart and eyes,That I may know, and see thy lies,And may laugh and joy, when thouArt in anguishAnd dost languishFor some oneThat will none,Or prove as false as thou art now.