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Who Court obtain within Himself Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King — And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing — No Man depose Whom Fate Ordain — And Who can add a Crown To Him who doth continual... Poet:	Who goes to dine must take his Feast Who goes to dine must take his Feast Or find the Banquet mean — The Table is not laid without Till it is laid within. For Pattern is the Mind bestowed That imitating her Our most ignoble Services... Poet:	Who has not found the Heaven — below — Who has not found the Heaven — below — Will fail of it above — For Angels rent the House next ours, Wherever we remove — Poet:	Who Is He? (Shorter) Poet:
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights — Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights — With plain inspecting face — "Did you" or "Did you not," to ask — 'Tis "Conscience" — Childhood's Nurse — With Martial Hand she strokes the Hair Upon my wincing Head — ... Poet:	Who is Kater Anyhow? Why, oh why was Kater lifted From the darkness, where he drifted All unknown, and raised to honour, Side by side with Dick O'connor, In the Council, free from row? Who is Kater, anyhow? Did he lend... Poet:	Who is the East? Who is the East? The Yellow Man Who may be Purple if He can That carries in the Sun. Who is the West? The Purple Man Who may be Yellow if He can That lets Him out again. Poet:	Who never wanted — maddest Joy Who never wanted — maddest Joy Remains to him unknown — The Banquet of Abstemiousness Defaces that of Wine — Within its reach, though yet ungrasped Desire's perfect Goal — No nearer — lest the Actual... Poet:
Who occupies this House? Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstance — 'Tis well the name and age Are writ upon the Door Or I should fear to pause Where not so much as Honest Dog... Poet:	Who were "the Father and the Son" Who were "the Father and the Son" We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling By Childhood fortified We thought, at least they are no... Poet: