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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 Token

18 lines
John Donne·1572–1631
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END me some tokens, that my hope may liveOr that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest;Send me some honey, to make sweet my hive,That in my passions I may hope the best.I beg nor ribbon wrought with thine own hands,To knit our loves in the fantastic strainOf new-touch'd youth; nor ring to show the standsOf our affection, that, as that's round and plain,So should our loves meet in simplicity;No, nor the corals, which thy wrist enfold,Laced up together in congruity,To show our thoughts should rest in the same hold;No, nor thy picture, though most gracious,And most desired, 'cause 'tis like the bestNor witty lines, which are most copious,Within the writings which thou hast address'd.Send me nor this nor that, to increase my score,But swear thou think'st I love thee, and no more.
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