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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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Farewell, Ungrateful Traitor!

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John Dryden·1631–1700
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arewell, ungrateful traitor!Farewell, my perjur'd swain!Let never injur'd womanBelieve a man again.The pleasure of possessingSurpasses all expressing,But 'tis too short a blessing,And love too long a pain. 'Tis easy to deceive usIn pity of your pain,But when we love, you leave usTo rail at you in vain.Before we have descried it,There is no joy beside it,But she that once has tried itWill never love again. The passion you pretendedWas only to obtain,But once the charm is ended,The charmer you disdain.Your love by ours we measureTill we have lost our treasure,But dying is a pleasureWhen living is a pain.
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