Date: 1700, 1702
"A Beam of Hope, / Strikes thro' my Soul, like the first Infant Light, / That glanc'd upon the Chaos."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1700, 1702
"I wage not War with fair ones; / But wish you would efface those ugly Thoughts, / That live in your Remembrance to perplex you; / Let Joy, the native of your Soul return, / And Love's gay God sit smiling in your Eyes, / As e'rst he did."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1700, 1702
"And all fires those that lighted up my Soul / Glory and bright Ambition languish now, / And leave me dark and gloomy as the Grave."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1700, 1702
"Thought is Damnation, 'tis the Plague of Devils. / To think on what they are! and see this Weapon / Shall shield me from it, plunge me in forgetfulness. / Er'e the dire Scorpion Thought can rouse to sting me."
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Date: 1702
"Thus a man's Face in the Glass is properly the 'Idea' of that Face; or when we seen any single Object, the little Picture or Image form'd at the bottom of the Eye may be properly call'd the 'Idea' of the thing seen; and by a Latitude in Expression the Picture of a Man or of any thing else, may b...
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Date: 1702
"Vice is a Thief, a Traytor in the Mind, / Assassinates the Vitals of Mankind."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1702
"O Woman, Woman, of Artifice created! whose Nature, even distracted, has a Cunning: In vain let Man his Sense, his Learning boast, when Womans Madness over-rules his Reason."
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Date: 1703
" For, if with Modesty a Woman parts / She gains Contempt, when she wou'd conquer Hearts."
preview | full record— Oldmixon, John (1672/3-1742)
Date: 1703
"Kings may our Hands with Iron Fetters bind, / With Chains severer, you secure the Mind."
preview | full record— Oldmixon, John (1672/3-1742)
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...
preview | full record— Swift, Jonathan (1667-1745)