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Date: 1675

"Sir, you will find Ingratitude a stranger to my thoughts."

— Fane, Sir Francis (d. 1691)

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Date: 1676

"May all the passions that are raised by neglected love--jealousy, indignation, spite, and thirst of revenge--eternally rage in her soul, as they do now in mine."

— Etherege, Sir George (1636-1691/2)

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Date: 1676

"But she has left a pleasing image of herself that wanders in my soul. It must not settle there."

— Etherege, Sir George (1636-1691/2)

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Date: 1677

"Come, thou heart-reviving Gleam, / Thou, of Comforters the best, / Thou, the Souls delightful Guest, / A refreshing sweet relief."

— Speed, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. 1679?)

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Date: 1678

"Madam, till this moment I ne're was happy, but in your Company lies such Crowds of Joyes, that my soul's too narrow to receive 'em."

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

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Date: 1679

"How can'st thou, cruel Soul, thus let me stand, / Barr'd out of Doors, whilst others do command / The choicest Room within thy yielding Breast, / Lodgings too good for such destructive Guests."

— Keach, Benjamin (1640-1704)

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Date: c. 1680

"While man unmarr'd abode, his Spirits all / In Vivid hue were active in their hall."

— Taylor, Edward (1642-1729)

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Date: c. 1680

"The Vitall Spirits apprehend thereby / Exposde to danger great suburbs ly, / The which they do desert, and speedily / The Fort of Life the Heart, they Fortify, / The Heart beats up still by her Pulse to Call / Out of the outworks her train Souldiers all / Which quickly come hence."

— Taylor, Edward (1642-1729)

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Date: 1680

"Our charmed Eyes, O had you never cloy'd, / Our Palate tickled, or we still enjoy'd / That pleasant prospect, this Soul-raping Guest, / That Royal fare, we had been always Blest."

— Livingstone, Michael (fl. 1680)

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Date: 1680

"O, 'tis confess'd; / And howsoe're my Tongue has plaid the Braggart, / She Reigns more fully in my Soul than ever: / She Garrisons my Breast, and Mans against me / Even my own Rebel thoughts, with thousand Graces, / Ten thousand Charms, and new discover'd Beauties."

— Lee, Nathaniel (1653-1692)

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