Date: 1702
"Why hangs my Heart thus heavy / Like Death within my Bosom?"
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Date: 1702
"Oh, Glorious Thought! By Heav'n! I will enjoy it, / Tho' but in Fancy; Imagination shall / Make room to entertain the vast Idea."
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Date: 1702
"Stop thee there, Arpasia, / And bar my Fancy from the guilty Scene; / Let not Thought enter, lest the busie Mind / Should muster such a train of monstrous Images, / As wou'd distract me."
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Date: 1700, 1702
"So was the Monarchs heart for passion moulded, / So apt to take at first the soft impression."
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Date: 1700, 1702
"My Son shall breathe so warm a gale of sighs, / As shall dissolve those Isicles, that hang / Like death about her heart."
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Date: 1700, 1702
"Whom should we seek for Friendships but those few, / Those happy few, within whose Breasts alone, / The Footsteps of lost Virtue yet remain?"
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Date: 1700, 1702
"A lucky thought / Is in my mind at once compleatly form'd, / Like Grecian Pallas in the head of Jove."
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Date: 1700, 1702
"Who made my Father be as he was, Royal, / And stamp't the Mark of Greatness on my Soul."
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Date: 1700, 1702
"This Gloom of horrid Night suits well my Soul, / Love, Sorrow, Conscious Worth, and Indignation, / Stir mad Confusion in my lab'ring Breast, / And I am all o're Chaos."
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Date: 1700, 1702
"Ten thousand dismal Fancies crowd my Thoughts."
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