Date: 1667
"But to do this always, and never be able to write a line without it, though it may be admired by some few pedants, will not pass upon those who know that wit is best conveyed to us in the most easy language; and is most to be admired when a great thought comes dressed in words so commonly receiv...
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Date: Jun 12, 1668; 1671
"'Tis so wild [Wildblood's heart], that the Lady who has it in her keeping, would be glad she were well rid on't: it does so flutter about the Cage. 'Tis a meer Bajazet; and if it be not let out the sooner, will beat out the brains against the Grates."
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Date: Jun 12, 1668; 1671
"But is not your heart of the nature of those Birds that breed in one Countrie, and goe to winter in another?"
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Date: 1670
"Thus, like a captive in an isle confined, / Man walks at large, a prisoner of the mind."
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Date: November 1672, 1673
"Ay, ay, when the love is once come so far, that Spiritual Mind will never leave pulling, and pulling, till it has drawn the beastly body after it."
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Date: 1673
"[Y]our whole frame [is] as innocent, and holy, as if your being were all soul and spirit, without the gross allay of flesh and bloud"
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Date: 1673, 1684
"Th' illiterate Writer, Emperique like, applies / To minds diseas'd, unsafe, chance Remedies."
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Date: 1678
"And yet the soul, shut up in her dark room, / Viewing so clear abroad, at home sees nothing"
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Date: 1678
"But, like a mole in earth, busy and blind, / [the soul] Works all her folly up, and casts it outward / To the world's open view"
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Date: w. 1677, published October, 1682
"Some Beams of Wit on other souls may fall, / Strike through and make a lucid intervall; / But Shadwell's genuine night admits no ray, / His rising Fogs prevail upon the Day."
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