Date: 1711
"Fierce is their [natives of hot climates] Rage, and all the Savage Beast / Reigns in their Soul, and haunts their desart Breast; / Where Hate, Revenge, and Jealousy are bred, / And livid Envy hides her spleenful Head."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1712, 1736
There are sovereign Lords "Whom Lust controuls, and wild Desires direct; / The Reigns of Empire but such Hands disgrace, / Where Passion, a blind Driver, guides the Race."
preview | full record— Granville, George, Baron Lansdowne (1666-1735)
Date: 1712
"She [the soul] does her Godlike Liberty secure: / Her Right and high Prerogative maintains, / Impatient of the Yoke, and scorns coercive Chains."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1712
"While wanton Ferments swell thy glowing Veins, / To the warm Passion give the slacken'd Reins."
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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."
preview | full record— Evans, Abel (1679-1737)
Date: 1716
"Their Conscience is a Worm within, / That gnaws them Night and Day."
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: 1718
"And yet, slap dash, is All again / In every Sinew, Nerve, and Vein. / [the mind] Runs here and there, like Hamlet's Ghost; / While every where She rules the roast."
preview | full record— Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)
Date: 1718
"As in a Hive's vimineous Dome, / Ten thousand Bees enjoy their Home; / Each does her studious Action vary, / To go and come, to fetch and carry: / Each still renews her little Labor; / Nor justles her assiduous Neighbour."
preview | full record— Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)
Date: 1718
"'From forth thy Bosom turn the Viper-Guest, / 'Or, e'er he bite thee, crush him at thy Breast"
preview | full record— Amhurst, Nicholas (1697-1742)
Date: 1718
"Your Horace owns, He various writ, / As wild, or sober Maggots bit: / And, where too much the Poet ranted, / The Sage Philosopher recanted."
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