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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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XVI.

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Sir Philip Sidney·1554–1586
5 c»^** In nature apt to like, when I did see <k. Beauties which were of manie carrets fine, %My bolting sprites did thither soone incline, j^And, L ove, I thought that I was full of thee : c^ ii<i''' -- — But finding not those restlesse flames in me, c; {^^' Which others said did make their soules to pine, %thought those babes of some pinne's hurt did whine, w . JBy my soule judging what Love's paine might be. (^' ( But while I thus with this young lyon plaid, ^ c Mine eyes — shall I say curst or blest ? — ^beheld dStella : now she is nam'd, need more be said } ^ r f^ y. Hn her sight I a lesson new have speld ; d^ i^r* t:^ 1 1 now have learned love right, and learn'd even so it'As who by being poisond doth poison know. ^