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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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Song from Arcadia

14 lines
Sir Philip Sidney·1554–1586
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y true love hath my heart, and I have his,By Just Exchange, one for the other given.I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,There never was a better bargain driven.His heart in me keeps me and him in one,My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;He loves my heart, for once it was his own,I cherish his, because in me it bides.His heart his wound received from my sight,My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;For as from me on him his hurt did light,So still methought in me his hurt did smart.Both equal hurt, in his change sought our bliss;My true love hath my heart and I have his.
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