Date: 1751
"The captain had a fund of great goodnature in his heart, but was somewhat too much addicted to passion, and frequently apt to resent without a cause, but when once convinced he had been in the wrong, no one could be more ready to acknowlege and ask pardon for his mistake."
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Date: 1751
"Whereas those darts, which fly from the perfections of the mind, penetrate into the soul, and fix a lasting empire there."
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Date: 1753
"We often see that to reverse this boasted constancy is the work of but a single minute,--and then in vain their past professions recoil upon their minds;--in vain the idea of the forsaken fair haunts them in nightly visions."
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Date: 1753
Anger and contempt may be predominant passions of the mind
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Date: 1753
One may make a new conquest and gain "a heart all flaming and adoration"
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Date: 1753
"Exert then the whole force of your reason to curb the incroachments of lawless passion in your own heart"
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Date: 1753
"A young amorous heart, I think, may with some analogy be compared to tinder, as it is ready to take fire from every spark that falls"
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Date: 1753
"Though the soul, like a hermit in his cell, sits quiet in the bosom, unruffled by any tempest of its own, it suffers from the rude blasts of others faults"
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Date: 1753
"[M]ight I not hope my love, my truth, my perseverance, would in time find some room in a corner of that heart which doubtless then would have exterminated its first ideas.'"
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Date: 1753
"Tho' this letter was somewhat shorter than those she usually wrote to him, yet the few lines it contain'd discovered, without her designing to do so, such a well establish'd fund of tenderness in her soul, as cannot but be discernable to every understanding reader."
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