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Date: 1757

"I only told him civilly, Past three o'clock and a cloudy morning!-- [...] --when, heyday! says he, (there he stands, let 'en deny it if he can) and coming up to me--what have we here?-- a human Clock!--a very odd kind of Repeater upon my soul!--one of the hours 'egad strolling about, in a...

— Bacon, Phanuel (1700-1783)

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Date: 1759, performed 1776

"(If shapes like his be but the fancy's coinage)"

— Mason, William (1725-1797)

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Date: 1759, performed 1776

"Steel then, ye Powers of heav'n, / Steel my firm soul with your own fortitude, / Free from alloy of passion."

— Mason, William (1725-1797)

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Date: 1759, performed 1776

The soul may be "Snatch'd by the power of music from her cell / Of fleshly thraldom" and feel "herself upborn / On plumes of ecstasy"

— Mason, William (1725-1797)

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Date: 1760

"If thus a golden crown can steel his heart, / O may I ne'er behold him while a king!"

— Kenrick, William (1729/30-1779)

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Date: 1760, 1803

"To farther conquests still my soul aspires, / And all my bosom glows with martial fires"

— Cambridge, Richard Owen (1717-1802)

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Date: 1761

"You, the miser's haunt be near; / Break his rest with causeless fear, / Creak his doors, his windows shake, / 'Till his iron heart shall quake."

— Hawkesworth, John (bap. 1720, d. 1773)

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Date: 1761

"But now proceed; / Give me more names; these many I have wrote / Deep in the vengeful tablets of my heart."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

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Date: 1761

"No, thou art all that's elegant and fair, / And perfect upon earth; and Caius happy / Beyond whatever gratitude express'd, / Or fancy drew, when glowing raptures catch / The poet's breast, and set the soul on fire."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

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Date: 1761

"Why must I only answer thee with sighs? / What is it hangs thus heavy on my heart, / And weighs it down, when it should spring with joy? / Alas! 'tis conscience; 'tis the pride of honour; / 'Tis the severe condition of my fate, / Which makes it ruin to be lov'd by Tullia, / And warns me to suppr...

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.