Date: 1712, 1796
"Her body delicate, wherein enshrin'd, / As in its temple, dwelt a virtuous mind."
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Date: 1712, 1796
"Small hopes he had, yet could not choose but try / His father's stormy mind to pacify."
preview | full record— Ellwood, Thomas (1639-1713)
Date: 1712, 1796
"He special care would of his safety take, / Both for his own, and for his father's sake, / Whose well-deservings of him, he should find, / Were deeply graven in a grateful mind."
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Date: 1712, 1796
"And, with a stormy mind and martial heat, / March'd on, bestowing many a direful threat / On Nabal now, who single must not fall, / But he, and his own family withal."
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Date: 1712, 1796
"How dangerous to let the Devil catch / The mind a roving from its inward watch!"
preview | full record— Ellwood, Thomas (1639-1713)
Date: 1712, 1796
"What home-bred mischief on himself could fall, / Which could a worthy mind more deeply gall?"
preview | full record— Ellwood, Thomas (1639-1713)
Date: 1712, 1796
"Unsteady nature, varying like the wind, / Hurries to each extreme th'unstable mind; / At sea becalm'd, we wish some brisker gales / Would on us rise, and fill our limber sails: / We have our wish; and straight our skiff is toss'd / So high, we are in danger to be lost."
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Date: 1715
"Musick's the Spring made by Divinest Art, / To move the Vital Machine of Man's Heart, / And circulate with Pow'r thro' ev'ry Part."
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Date: 1715
"Let thy Heart kindle with the highest Hopes, / Expand thy Bosom, let thy Soul inlarg'd, / Make Room to entertain the coming Glory, / For Majesty and Purple Greatness court thee, / Homage and low Subjection wait."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1715
"Shall thy Soul / Still scorn the World, still flie the Joys that court / Thy blooming Beauty, and thy tender Youth? / Still shall she soar on Contemplation's Wing, / And mix with nothing meaner than the Stars; / As Heaven and Immortality alone / Were Objects worthy to employ her Faculties."
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