Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit is a Flux, a Looseness of the Brain, / And Sense-abstract has too much Pride to reign."
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Date: 1700, 1705
"Abstracted-Wit 'Tis own'd is a Disease, / But Sense-abstracted has no Power to please."
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Date: 1700, 1705
"Sense without Wit is Flegmatick and pale, / And is all Head, forsooth, without a Tail: / Wit without Sense is Cholerick and Red, / Has Tail enough indeed, but has no Head."
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Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit, like the Belly, if it be not fed, / Will starve the Members, and distract the Head."
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Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit is the Fruitful Womb where Thoughts conceive, / Sense is the Vital Heat which Life and Form must give: / Wit is the Teeming Mother brings them forth, / Sense is the Active Father gives them Worth."
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Date: 1706
"The Marble Heart groans with an inward Wound: / Blaspheming Souls of harden'd Steel / Shriek out amaz'd at the new Pangs they feel, / And dread the Eccho's of the Sound."
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Date: 1706
"But FANCY, that unease Guest / Still holds a Lodging in our Beast; / She finds or frames Vexations still, / Her self the greatest Plague we feel."
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