Date: 1724
"Revenge, remorse, and love divide my soul, / Like three wild streams that rush against each other!"
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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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Date: 1724
"When all at once / A thousand anxious Thoughts that slept by Day, / Swarm'd in my Brain, 'till it resembled Hell, / Hot, dark and hot: my sick Imagination, / Assisted by the Shades of Night, would give / A gloomy turn to each Idea there."
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Date: 1724
"I cannot speak the rest--the Thought is Hell-- / How my Brain glows! now Reason keep thy Seat."
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Date: 1724
"The working Soul, unexercis'd abroad, / Like martial Nations, turns its numerous Powers / Upon its self; and sunk by native Weight, / Begins intestine Broils, and War at Home."
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Date: 1724
"Reflection your Renown, clear as your Conscience; / The stormy Passions of your Soul, allay'd / By Reason to soft Gales, serenely playing / On the full Current of your youthful Blood, / By Nature and Occasion smoothly led / Through a fair Field of Royal Virtues, fruitful / In great Examples, and...
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Date: 1724
"Is it a Dream, when at each Word you utter / In Scorn or Hate, my feav'rish Pulse beats high, / And all is War and Waste within my Bosom?"
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Date: 1724
"Nay by the Hate (since Love is now no more) / The fix'd Aversion that usurps your Bosom, / (The native Seat of Gentleness and Pity) / By That and by its Cause, my late Transgression, / So black, so heinous as to shame Remorse, / Indulge that Hate, and give Revenge a loose / In this one Thought,...
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