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Date: 1734
"Too strait the mansion for th'illustrious guest."
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Date: 1734
"Hail, holy souls, no more confin'd / To limbs and bones that clog the mind; / Ye have escap'd the snares, and left the chains behind."
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Date: 1734
"We see and feel these limbs, and this flesh of ours; we are acquainted at least with the outside of this animal machine, and sometimes call it ourselves, though philosophy and reason would rather say, it is our house or tabernacle, because we possess it, or dwell in it: it is our en...
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Date: 1734
"A surprising Phænomenon of nature is this, that the soul of man, which ranges abroad though the heavens, and the earth, and the deep waters, and unfolds a thousand mysteries of nature, which penetrates the systems of stars and suns, worlds upon worlds, should be so unhappy a stranger at home, an...
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Date: 1734
"My frame of nature is a ruffled sea, / And my disease the tempest."
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Date: 1734
"Nature feels / A strange commotion to her inmost centre; / The throne of reason shakes"
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Date: 1734
"This flesh, this circling blood, these brutal powers, / Made to obey, turn rebels to the mind, / Nor hear its laws"
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Date: 1734
Nature's meaner springs may be fir'd to impetuous ferments" and "little restless atoms rise and reign / Tyrants in sov'reign uproar, and impose / Ideas on the mind"
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Date: 1734
"If I but close my eyes, strange images / In thousand forms and thousand colours rise, / Stars, rainbows, moons, green dragons, bears and ghosts, / An endless medley rush upon the stage, / And dance and riot wild in reason's court / Above control."
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Date: 1734
"Is then my heart to all the world beside / Softer than melting wax or summer snow, / But to myself harder than adamant?"
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