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Date: 1689, 1716

Honor is "The richest Treasure of a generous Breast, / 'That gives the Stamp and Standard to the rest."

— Montagu, Charles, 1st Earl of Halifax (1661-1715)

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Date: 1689, 1716

"'What Confidence can you in them repose, / 'Who e're they serve you, all their Value lose? / 'Who once enslave their Conscience to their Lust, / 'Have lost their Reins, and can no more be Just."

— Montagu, Charles, 1st Earl of Halifax (1661-1715)

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Date: 1689

"And Cain was so fully convinced, that every one had a Right to destroy such a Criminal, that after the Murther of his Brother, he cries out, 'every one that findeth me, shall slay me', so plain was it writ in the Hearts of all Mankind."

— Locke, John (1632-1704)

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Date: 1690

"Here satiate all your fury; / Let fortune empty her whole Quiver on me, / I have a Soul, that like an ample Shield / Can take in all; and verge enough for more."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

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Date: 1690

"Impossible! / Souls know no Conquerors."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

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Date: 1690

"Our Sex, you know, was after yours design'd; / The last Perfection of the Makers mind: / Heav'n drew out all the Gold for us, and left your Dross behind."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700); [Plautus, Molière]

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Date: 1690

"Desire implys Want: It is the Appetite of the Soul, and is as natural to the Soul, as Hunger to the Body."

— Barbon, Nicholas (1637/1640-1698/9)

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Date: 1690

"O there's the Rock, on which my Reason splits: / Wou'd that were all!"

— Dryden, John (1631-1700); [Plautus, Molière]

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Date: 1690

"Here satiate all your fury; / Let fortune empty her whole Quiver on me, / I have a Soul, that like an ample Shield / Can take in all; and verge enough for more."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

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Date: 1704

"Erect your schemes with as much method and skill as you please; yet, if the materials be nothing but dirt, spun out of your own entrails (the guts of modern brains), the edifice will conclude at last in a cobweb; the duration of which, like that of other spiders’ webs, may be imputed to their be...

— 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.