Date: 1724
"This cold clay cottage is but the soul's prison, / And death, at worst, is but a surly friend, / Who conquers to give liberty."
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Date: 1724
"Ha!--what a shoot was there!--my blood boils in me! / Flames wind about my breast--my brain burns red, / And my eyes swim in a blue sea of sulphur!"
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Date: 1724
"What a slave is man, when passion masters him?"
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