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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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Sonnet XXXI: With How Sad Steps, O Moon

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Sir Philip Sidney·1554–1586
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ith how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!How silently, and with how wan a face!What, may it be that even in heav'nly placeThat busy archer his sharp arrows tries!Sure, if that long-with love-acquainted eyesCan judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case,I read it in thy looks; thy languish'd graceTo me, that feel the like, thy state descries.Then, ev'n of fellowship, O Moon, tell me,Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit?Are beauties there as proud as here they be?Do they above love to be lov'd, and yetThose lovers scorn whom that love doth possess?Do they call virtue there ungratefulness?
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