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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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noun

One who, or that which, accelerates.

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XV.

17 lines
John Dryden·1631–1700
warlike prince ascends the regal state,A prince long exercised by fate:Long may he keep, though he obtains it late!Heroes in heaven's peculiar mould are cast;They, and their poets, are not formed in haste;Man was the first in God's design, and man was made the last.False heroes, made by flattery so,Heaven can strike out, like sparkles, at a blow;But ere a prince is to perfection brought,He costs Omnipotence a second thought.With toil and sweat,With hardening cold, and forming heat,The Cyclops did their strokes repeat,Before the impenetrable shield was wrought.It looks as if the Maker would not ownThe noble work for his,Before 'twas tried and found a master-piece.