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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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ON HER COMPLETING HER THIRTY-FIFTH YEAR. AN IMPROMPTU.

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Thomas Gray·1716–1771
ft in danger, yet alive,We are come to thirty-five;Long may better years arrive,Better years than thirty-five.Could philosophers contriveLife to stop at thirty-five,Time his hours should never driveO'er the bounds of thirty-five.High to soar, and deep to dive,Nature gives at thirty-five; 10Ladies, stock and tend your hive,Trifle not at thirty-five;For, howe'er we boast and strive,Life declines from thirty-five;He that ever hopes to thrive,Must begin by thirty-five;And all who wisely wish to wiveMust look on Thrale at thirty-five. * * * * *