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Date: 1680

"So week and feeble I am grown, / Wasted to nothing, ev'ry bone / Disjoynted, from its place doth start, / Like Wax dissolv'd so is my Heart."

— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)

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Date: 1680

"Those worthy deeds which he hath wrought / Within each breast, have left behind / Impressions, time can never blot."

— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)

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Date: 1680

"Those worthy deeds which he hath wrought / VVithin each breast, have left behind / Impressions, time can never blot"

— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)

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Date: 1680

"And nothing to the Soul can come, / Till th' ushering Senses make it room."

— Shadwell, Thomas (1642-1692)

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Date: 1680

"Bright Reason's ray, / By damp of Wine, within this Hemisphere, / Was quench'd before: and now dim sense, to stay, / Must not expect, long after Her."

— Darby, Charles (bap. 1635, d.1709)

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Date: 1680

Bacchus may have "Legal Right" to do Morpheus job and "lock up each mans Brain: / Since every Room / His own Goods did contain, / And was his proper Wine-Cellar become."

— Darby, Charles (bap. 1635, d.1709)

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Date: 1680

"Madam, your Person is Natures Essence Bottle, and your mind the Mirror of Virtue and Discretion"

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

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Date: 1680

"O, 'tis confess'd; / And howsoe're my Tongue has plaid the Braggart, / She Reigns more fully in my Soul than ever: / She Garrisons my Breast, and Mans against me / Even my own Rebel thoughts, with thousand Graces, / Ten thousand Charms, and new discover'd Beauties."

— Lee, Nathaniel (1653-1692)

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Date: 1681

"Some livelier spark of heaven, and more refined / From earthly dross, fills the great poet's mind."

— Duke, Richard (1658-1711)

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Date: 1681

"This [sadness] fetters all our Senses, pulleth down / Heav'ns Image, Reason from her rightful Throne / And in her room, by Fancies pow'rful Charm, / Sets up a feigned Ill to work our Harm."

— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)

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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.