Date: 1683
"Falsely they [sense and rhyme] seem each other to oppose; / Rhyme must be made with Reason's laws to close; / And when to conquer her you bend your force, / The mind will triumph in the noble course."
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Date: 1683
"To Reason's yoke she quickly will incline, / Which, far from hurting, renders her divine; / But if neglected, will as easily stray, / And master Reason, which she should obey."
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Date: 1683
Surprising touches and "a just method well-designed, / May leave a strong impression in the mind"
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Date: 1683
"Reason at last, by her all-conquering arts, / Reduced these savages, and tuned their hearts."
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Date: 1693
"Children, like tender Oziers, take the Bow, / And, as they first are fashion'd always grow."
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Date: 1693
"The craving Wife, the force of Magick tries, / And Philters for th' unable Husband buys: / The Potion works not on the part design'd, / But turns his Brain, and stupifies his Mind. / The sotted Moon-Calf gapes, and staring on, / Sees his own Business by another done: / A long Oblivion, a benummi...
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Date: 1693
"(Yet what smooth Sycophant by thee can gain? / When Lust it self strikes thy Flint-Heart in vain?)"
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Date: 1693
"Those Senses lost, behold a new defeat; / The Soul, dislodging from another seat."
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Date: 1693
"So Fancy paints, so does the Poet write, / When he wou'd work a Tempest to the height."
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Date: 1693
"But why must those be thought to scape, that feel / Those Rods of Scorpions, and those Whips of Steel / Which Conscience shakes, when she with Rage controuls, / And spreads Amazing Terrors through their Souls?"
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