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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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That Piece of Beauty passes ?

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Sir Philip Sidney·1554–1586
ut mark the Fate of Faces ;The Red and White works now no more on me,Than if it could not charm* or I not see. And yet the Face continues good, And I have still Desires,And still the self-same Flesh and Blood,As apt to melt And suffer from those Fires ;O some kind Power unriddle where it lies —Whether my Heart be faulty or her Eyes. She every Day her Man does kill, And I as often die ;Neither her Power, then, nor my WillCan question'd be ;