Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"Oh Seofrid! do'st thou not wonder much, / And pity my weak Temper, when thou seest me / Thus in a Moment chang'd from Hot to Cold, / My active Fancy glowing now with Hopes, / Anon thus drooping; Death in my pale Visage, / My Heart, and my chill Veins, all freezing with Despair."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1709?
"And this firm Vow for mutual Life shall stand, / Irrevocably seal'd with Heart and Hand."
preview | full record— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)
Date: 1713
"His Passions and his Virtues lie confused, / And mixt together in so wild a Tumult, / That the whole Man is quite disfigur'd in him."
preview | full record— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)
Date: 1713
"But just arriv'd--Absence, Mrs. Busie, has not been able to deface the Impressions of Love,--and still the Lady Myrtilla reigns in my Bosom, haunts my waking Thoughts, and is ever present in my Dreams."
preview | full record— Gay, John (1685-1732)
Date: 1713
"Fair Lady, show your self a generous Conqueror; and since I am taken Captive by your Charms, and bound in the Golden Chains of your Beauty, throw me not into the Dungeon of Disdain, but rather confine me in the pleasing Mansions of your Bosom; where my Heart will glory in its Captivity, and desp...
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Date: 1714
"Of equal Elements, / Without one jarring Atom was she form'd / And Gentleness, and Joy, make up her Being."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1714
"Never! By those chast Lights above, I swear, / My Soul shall never know Pollution more."
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Date: 1714
"His ductile Reason will be wound about, / Be led and turn'd again, say and unsay, / Receive the Yoak, and yeild exact Obedience."
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Date: 1714
"Was our Reason given / For such a Use! to be thus puff'd about / Like a dry Leaf, an idle Straw, a Feather, / The Sport of every whifling Blast that blows?"
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Date: 1714
"'Tis all in vain, this Rage that tears thy Bosom, / Like a poor Bird that flutters in its Cage, / Thou beat'st thy self to Death."
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