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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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Love turn'd to Hatred

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Sir Philip Sidney·1554–1586
will not love one Minute more, I swear,No, not a Minute ; nor a Sigh or TearThou gett'st from me, or one kind look again,Though thou should'st court me to't, and would'st begin.I will not think of thee, but as Men doOf Debts and Sins, and then I'll curse thee too.For thy sake Women shall be now to meLess welcome than as Midnight Ghosts shall be :I'll hate so perfectly, that it shall beTreason to love that Man that loves a she ;Nay, I will hate the very Good, I swear,That's in thy Sex, because it doth lie there ;Their very virtue, Grace, Discourse and Wit,And all for thee ; what, wilt thou love me yet ?