Date: 1685
A "heaven-born mind" may have "no dross to purge from [its] rich ore"
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Date: 1685
"Nor can thy soul a fairer mansion find, / Than was the beauteous frame she left behind"
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Date: 1685
"Sure there's a lethargy in mighty woe, / Tears stand congealed, and cannot flow; / And the sad soul retires into her inmost room"
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Date: 1684 [1685]
"Would I could coin my very heart to gold!"
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Date: 1686
"But now Within there's Civil War, / In Arms my rebel Passions are, / Their old Allegiance laid aside"
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Date: 1686
"That many-headed Monster [the passions] has thrown down / Its lawful Monarch Reason from its Throne."
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Date: 1686
"He finds no Tempest in his Mind, / Fears no Billow, feels no Wind: / All is serene, and quiet there."
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Date: 1686
"London! joynt Favourite with Him Thou wer't; / As both possess'd a room within one heart, / So now with thine indulgent Sovereign joyn, / Respect his great Friends ashes, for He wept o're Thine."
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Date: 1686
"Our souls are all disrob'd, all naked laid, / In thy true Mirror men themselves do see"
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Date: 1686
"In the Recesses of a private Breast, / I thought to entertain your charming Guest, / And never to have boasted of my Feast."
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