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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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Hic Jacet

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William Carlos Williams·1883–1963·Beat Generation
he coroner's merry little childrenHave such twinkling brown eyes.Their father is not of gay menAnd their mother jocular in no wise,Yet the coroner's merry little childrenLaugh so easily. They laugh because they prosper.Fruit for them is upon all branches.Lo! how they jibe at loss, forKind heaven fills their little paunches!It's the coroner's merry, merry childrenWho laugh so easily.