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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Not all those warring Elements we fear, / Are equal to the inborn Tempest here; / Fierce as the Thoughts which mortal Man controul, / When Love and Rage contend, and tear the lab'ring Soul."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Oh let me sink, / With all these warring Thoughts together in me, / Blushing to Earth, and hide the vast Confusion."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Since Love is lost, / Come thou Revenge, succeed thou to ray Bosom, / And reign in all my Soul."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Rage, and the Violence of lawless Passion, / Have blinded your clear Reason; wherefore else / This frantick wild Demand?"

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Hap'ly some noble Youth shall in your Breast / Kindle the pure, the gentle Flame, and prove / As dear to you, as Aribert to me."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"I feel my Soul impatient of its Bondage, / Disdaining this unworthy, idle Passion, / And strugling to be free."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Now, now it shoots, / It tow'rs upon the Wing to Crowns and Empire; / While Love and Aribert, those meaner Names, / Are left far, far behind, and lost for ever. / So if by chance the Eagle's noble Off-spring, / Ta'en in the Nest, becomes some Peasant's Prize, / Compell'd a while he bears his Cag...

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"That wrathful Frown, / Your Eyes fierce glancing, and your changing Visage, / Now pale as Death, now purpled o'er with Flame, / Give me to know your Passions are at odds, / And your whole Soul is up in Arms within."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Fools that we are! to vex the lab'ring Brain, / And waste decaying Nature thus with Thought; / To keep the weary Spirits waking still; / To goad and drive 'em in eternal Rounds / Of restless wracking Care; 'tis all in vain. / Blind Goddess Chance! henceforth I follow thee."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"No, I will steel my Heart against thy Pray'r."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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