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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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XVIII.

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Sir Philip Sidney·1554–1586
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ith what sharpe checkes I in my selfe am shen t •VWhen into Reason's audite I do go,'*^.:' Snd by just counts my selfe a banckrout know Oi all those goods which heav'n to me hath lent ;*'..M\ lUnable quite to pay even Nature's rent,^ ; [Whiche unto it by birthright I do ow ;\ . T \ And, which is worse, no good excuse can show,. j^ But that my wealth I have most idly spent ! ^My youth doth waste, my knowledge brings forth toyesMy wit doth strive those passions to defend,. ., Which, for reward, spoile it with vaine annoyes.* * '' I see, my course to loose my selfe doth bend ;I see— and yet no greater sorow take\ ' Then that I loose no more for Stella's sake.
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