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Date: 1702

"My Heart beats higher, and my nimble Spirits / Ride swiftly thro' their purple Channels round: / 'Tis the last blaze of Life: Nature revives / Like a dim, winking Lamp, that flashes brightly / With parting Light, and strait is dark for ever."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: 1700, 1702

"At his arrival here I'll visit him; / Whence this Advantage may at least be made, / To ford his shallow Soul."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: 1700, 1702

"Exquisite Charmer! now by Orosmades / I swear, thy each soft Accent melts my Soul."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: 1700, 1702

"Still dost thou melt my Soul with thy soft Images, / And make my Ruine pleasing?"

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: 1703

"My Father! oh let me unlade my Breast, / Pour out the fullness of my Soul before you, / Show ev'ry tender, ev'ry grateful Thought, / This wond'rous Goodness stirs."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: 1703

"I found the Fond, Believing, Love-sick Maid, / Loose, unattir'd, warm, tender, full of Wishes; / Fierceness and Pride, the Guardians of her Honour, / Were charm'd to Rest, and Love alone was waking. / Within her rising Bosom all was calm, / As peaceful Seas that know no Storms, and only / Are ge...

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: 1703

"Trust not to that; / Rage is the shortest Passion of our Souls, / Like narrow Brooks that rise with sudden Show'rs, / It swells in haste, and falls again as soon; / Still as it ebbs the softer Thoughts flow in, / And the Deceiver Love supplies its place."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: 1703

"A Flood of Tenderness comes o'er my Soul; / I cannot speak!--I love! forgive! and pity thee."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: 1703

"By my strong Grief, my Heart ev'n melts within me."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: May 10, 1704

"Lastly, whoever pleases to look into the fountains of enthusiasm, from whence in all ages have eternally proceeded such fattening streams, will find the spring head to have been as troubled and muddy as the current."

— Swift, Jonathan (1667-1745)

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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.