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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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J. D.

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John Dryden·1631–1700
Footnote 4: Sir Roger L'Estrange, whose skill in music is said to haveamused Cromwell, who had some turn that way.] [Footnote 5: Thou, as once the healing serpent rose,Was lifted up, not for thyself, but us.] [Footnote 6: When Ajax died, the purple blood,That from his gaping wound had flowed,Turned into letters; every leafHad on it wrote his epitaph:So from that crimson flood,Which thou by fate of times wert ledUnwillingly to shed,Letters and learning rose, and arts renewed.] [Footnote 7: Like steel, when it much work hath past,That which was rough does shine at last;Thy arms, by being oftener used, did smoother grow.] [Footnote 8: Beneath the tropics is our language spoke,And _part of Flanders_ has received our yoke.]