Date: 1706, 1709
"We are a little Kingdom; But the Man / That chains his Rebel Will to Reasons Throne, / Forms it a large one."
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Date: 1706, 1709
"But Charms so much divine / Hold a long Empire of the Heart."
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Date: 1706, 1709
"In vain the Harlot Pleasure spreads her Charms / To lull his Thoughts in Luxuries fair Lap / To sensual Ease, (the Bane of little Kings, / Monarchs whose waxen Images of Souls / Are moulded into Softness) still his Mind / Wears its own Shape."
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Date: 1706
"Till hard despair wring from the tyrant's soul / The iron tears out."
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Date: 1706
"The Marble Heart groans with an inward Wound: / Blaspheming Souls of harden'd Steel / Shriek out amaz'd at the new Pangs they feel, / And dread the Eccho's of the Sound."
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Date: 1706
"But FANCY, that unease Guest / Still holds a Lodging in our Beast; / She finds or frames Vexations still, / Her self the greatest Plague we feel."
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Date: 1706
"But oh the crowds of wretched [married] souls / Fetter'd to minds of different moulds, / And chain'd t'eternal strife!"
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Date: 1706
"O'er the broad lands, and cross the tide, / On fancy's airy horse I ride, / (Sweet rapture of the mind!) / Till on the banks of Ganges' flood, / In a tall ancient grove I stood / For sacred use design's."
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Date: 1706
"There glides the moon her shining way, / And shoots my heart thro' with a silver ray."
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Date: 1706, 1709
"O 'tis a Thought would melt a Rock, / And make a Heart of Iron move."
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