Date: 1734
"If I but close my eyes, strange images / In thousand forms and thousand colours rise, / Stars, rainbows, moons, green dragons, bears and ghosts, / An endless medley rush upon the stage, / And dance and riot wild in reason's court / Above control."
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Date: October, 1739
"Bid Fancy quit her fairy cell, / In all her colours drest / While prompt her sallies to control, / Reason, the judge, recalls the soul / To Truth's severest test."
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Date: October, 1739
"That last best effort of [Science's] skill, / To form the life, and rule the will, / Propitious power! impart."
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Date: October, 1739
"Teach me to cool my passion's fires, / Make me the judge of my desires / The master of my heart."
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Date: 1741
"Happy Souls, who keep such a sacred Dominion over their inferior and animal Powers, and all the Influences of Pride and secular interest, that the sensitive Tumults or these vicious Influences never rise to disturb the superior and better Operations of the reasoning Mind!"
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Date: 1744, 1756
"Our rebel hearts" disown Love's sway "While tyrant lust usurps the throne"
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Date: 1744, 1756
The soul to passion may yield her throne and see "with organs not her own"
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Date: 1744, 1772, 1795
"Thus ambition grasps / The empire of the soul."
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Date: 1744, 1772, 1795
"Let the mind / Recall one partner of the various league, / Immediate, lo! the firm confederates rise, / And each his former station strait resumes: / One movement governs the consenting throng, / And all at once with rosy pleasure shine, / Or all are sadden'd with the glooms of care."
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Date: 1744, 1772, 1795
"Yet not by all / Those lying forms which fancy in the brain / Engenders, are the kindling passions driven, / To guilty deeds; nor reason bound in chains, / That vice alone may lord it: oft adorn'd / With solemn pageants, folly mounts the throne, / And plays her idiot-anticks, like a queen. / A t...
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