Date: 1705, 1709
"Let all her Ways be unconfin'd: / And clap your Padlock--on her Mind"
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Date: 1706
"Oh! where shall I begin? what language find / To heal the raging anguish of your mind?"
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Date: w. 1718 [first published 1907]
"All this says Richard is but Nonsense / For whats the Will without the Conscience / That mighty Pow'r by whom the thought / Is from Kings Bench to Chanc'ry brought. / What Seat for Her have You assign'd / When She may view and sway the mind?"
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Date: 1718
"And yet, slap dash, is All again / In every Sinew, Nerve, and Vein. / [the mind] Runs here and there, like Hamlet's Ghost; / While every where She rules the roast."
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Date: 1718
The mind "sets a Drum at either Ear; / And Loud or Gentle, Harsh or Sweet, / Are but th' Alarums which They beat."
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Date: 1718
"A thousand little Nerves She sends / Quite to our Toes, and Fingers Ends; / And These in Gratitude again / Return their Spirits to the Brain; / In which their Figure being printed / (As just before, I think, I hinted) / Alma inform'd can try the Case, / As She had seen upon the Place. // Thus, w...
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Date: 1718
"Whilst, as my System says, the Mind / Is to these upper Rooms confin'd."
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Date: 1718
"Mature, if not improv'd, by Time / Up to the Heart She loves to climb: / From thence, compell'd by Craft and Age, / She makes the Head her latest Stage."
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Date: 1718
"But I can call to my Assistance / Proximity (mark that!) and Distance: / Can prove, that all Things, on Occasion, / Love Union, and desire Adhesion; / That Alma merely is a Scale; / And Motives, like the Weights, prevail."
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Date: 1718
"If neither Side turn down or up, / With Loss or Gain, with Fear or Hope; / The Balance always would hang ev'n, / Like Mah'met's Tomb, 'twixt Earth and Heav'n."
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