Date: 1712
The mind "Can each reluctant Appetite controul: / Can ev'ry Passion rule, and ev'ry Sense, / Change Nature's Course, and with her Laws dispense: / Our Breathing to prevent, she can arrest / Th'Extension, or Contraction of the Breast: / When pain'd with Hunger we can Food refuse, / And wholesome A...
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Date: 1712
"She next essay'd the Embryo's Rise to trace / From an unfashion'd, rude, unchannell'd Mass; / And sung how Spirits waken'd in the Brain / Exert their Force, and genial Toil maintain; / Erect the beating Heart, the Channels frame, / Unfold entangled Limbs, and kindle vital Flame."
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Date: 1712
"How Spirits, which for Sense and Motion serve, / Unguided find the perforated Nerve. / Thro' ev'ry dark Recess pursue their Flight, / Unconscious of the Road and void of Sight, / Yet certain of the End still guide their Motions right."
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Date: 1712
Atheists should "No more at Reason's solemn Bar appear, / Hardy no more Scholastic Weapons bear."
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Date: 1714
In the afterlife, "each Soul must drink long Draughts / Of those forgetful Streams."
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Date: 1714
The Soul returns "Naked from off this Beach and perfect Blank, / To visit the New World"
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Date: 1714
"For if vast Thoughts shou'd play about a Mind / Inclos'd in Flesh, and dregging cumbrous Life, / Fluttering and beating in the mournful Cage, / It soon wou'd break its Grates and wing away."
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Date: 1714
The Soul returns "Naked from off this Beach and perfect Blank, / To visit the New World."
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Date: 1714
"Storms of neighbouring Atoms tear the Soul"
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Date: 1714
"Reason is now no more; that narrow Lamp / (Which with its sickly Fires wou'd shoot its Beams / To Distances unknown, and stretch its Rays / Ascance my Paths, in deepest darkness veil'd) / Is sunk into its Socket"
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