Date: w. c. 1709, 1711
"True Wit is Nature to Advantage drest, / What oft was Thought, but ne'er so well Exprest; / Something, whose Truth convinc'd at Sight we find, / That gives us back the Image of our Mind."
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Date: w. c. 1709, 1711
"Expression is the dress of thought, and still / Appears more decent, as more suitable."
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Date: w. c. 1709, 1711
"But if in noble minds some dregs remain, / Not yet purg'd off, of spleen and sour disdain; / Discharge that rage on more provoking crimes, / Nor fear a dearth in these flagitious times."
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Date: w. c. 1709, 1711
"With Tyranny, then Superstition join'd, / As that the body, this enslav'd the mind."
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Date: w. c. 1709, 1711
"If once right Reason drives that Cloud away, / Truth breaks upon us with resistless Day."
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Date: w. c. 1709, 1711
"'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none / Go just alike, yet each believes his own."
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Date: w. c. 1709, 1711
"There are whom heav'n has blest with store of wit, / Yet want as much again to manage it; / For wit and judgment ever are at strife, / Tho' meant each other's aid, like man and wife."
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Date: w. c. 1709, 1711
"Tis more to guide, than spur the Muse's steed; / Restrain his fury, than provoke his speed; / The winged courser, like a gen'rous horse, / Shows most true mettle when you check his course."
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Date: w. c. 1709, 1711
"As on the land while here the Ocean gains, / In other parts it leaves wide sandy plains; / Thus in the soul while memory prevails, / The solid pow'r of understanding fails; / Where beams of warm imagination play, / The memory's soft figures melt away."
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Date: 1712
"Love taught my Tears in sadder Notes to flow, / And tun'd my Heart to Elegies of Woe."
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