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Date: 1653

"Our fancies which in verse or prose we put, / May pictures be, which they do draw or cut."

— Cavendish, Margaret (1623-1673)

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Date: 1653

"And when these fancies and thin do show, / They may be graven in seal, for ought we know;"

— Cavendish, Margaret (1623-1673)

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Date: 1653

"When we have cross opinions in the mind, / Then we may them in Schools disputing find;"

— Cavendish, Margaret (1623-1673)

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Date: 1653

"When we of childish toys do think, a fair / May be in th' brain, where crowds of fairies are, / And in each stall may all such knacks be sold, / As rattles, bells, or bracelets made of gold"

— Cavendish, Margaret (1623-1673)

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Date: 1653

"And when our brain with amorous thoughts is stayed, / Perhaps there is a bride and bridegroom made; / And when our thoughts all merry be and gay, / There may be dancing on their wedding day."

— Cavendish, Margaret (1623-1673)

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Date: 1653

"And when our thoughts all merry be and gay, / There may be dancing on their wedding day."

— Cavendish, Margaret (1623-1673)

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Date: 1653

"A thought for Breeding would a Travellour be, / The several Countries in the Brain to see; / Spurr'd with Desires he was, Booted with Hope, / His Cap Curios'ty, Patience was his Cloak: / Thus Suited, strait a Horse he did provide, / And Strong Imagination got to Ride; / Which Sadled with Ambitio...

— Cavendish, Margaret (1623-1673)

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Date: 1653

"Some ways i'th' Brain were Ill, and Foul with all, / Which made him oft into deep Errours fall; / Oft was he hid by Mountains high of Fear, / Then slid down Precipices of Despair; / Woods of Forgetfulness he oft past through, / To find the Right way out, had much ado."

— Cavendish, Margaret (1623-1673)

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Date: 1660

"Things that the least of drossy mixture hold, / Last longest; my Hearts flames Ætherial be, / More pure than seven times refined Gold / Than Cedar's flames: rays of a Deitie / They are."

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)

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Date: 1660

"A silent night inhabits my sad breast, / And now no chearful thought will be my guest."

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)

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