"A thousand Tortures perplex'd my Mind, and Love, tho' so lately born, was grown up already, to the heigth of impatience: To ease my mind a little, I set my self to writing, and made these Verses on my departure from Bracilla."
— Anonymous
Author
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Randal Taylor
Date
1693
Metaphor
"A thousand Tortures perplex'd my Mind, and Love, tho' so lately born, was grown up already, to the heigth of impatience: To ease my mind a little, I set my self to writing, and made these Verses on my departure from Bracilla."
Metaphor in Context
The Play being done, and Bracilla gone, and I more desperately in Love than before I talk'd with her, I retir'd home to my Lodging, full of Melancholy, and longing Desire. A thousand Tortures perplex'd my Mind, and Love, tho' so lately born, was grown up already, to the heigth of impatience: To ease my mind a little, I set my self to writing, and made these Verses on my departure from Bracilla.
(p. 17)
(p. 17)
Categories
Provenance
C-H Lion
Citation
Anonymous, The Player's Tragedy. Or, Fatal Love, a New Novel (London: Printed, and Sold by Randal Taylor, 1693)
Date of Entry
06/14/2013
