Date: 1693
"Receive thy sight! / 'Tis said, 'tis done, a thick and churlish skin / Which stop'd the windows of his Soul within, / Flew off."
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Date: 1693
"Not far remov'd before, but a new Fear, / And crowding anxious Thoughts surpriz'd 'em here."
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Date: 1693
"Let Thirst of Glory meaner Souls inspire, / And haunt their Dreams! these, nobler Things desire; / Nor envy such as Bodies only bind, / While they in Truth's soft Chains secure the Mind."
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Date: 1693
"No suppliant crowds before the judge appeared; / No court erected yet, nor cause was heard; / But all was safe, for conscience was their guard."
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Date: 1693
"Children, like tender Oziers, take the Bow, / And, as they first are fashion'd always grow."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700) [Poem ascribed to]
Date: 1693
"The craving Wife, the force of Magick tries, / And Philters for th' unable Husband buys: / The Potion works not on the part design'd, / But turns his Brain, and stupifies his Mind. / The sotted Moon-Calf gapes, and staring on, / Sees his own Business by another done: / A long Oblivion, a benummi...
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Date: 1693
"(Yet what smooth Sycophant by thee can gain? / When Lust it self strikes thy Flint-Heart in vain?)"
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700) [Poem ascribed to]
Date: 1693
"Those Senses lost, behold a new defeat; / The Soul, dislodging from another seat."
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Date: 1693
"So Fancy paints, so does the Poet write, / When he wou'd work a Tempest to the height."
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Date: 1693
"But why must those be thought to scape, that feel / Those Rods of Scorpions, and those Whips of Steel / Which Conscience shakes, when she with Rage controuls, / And spreads Amazing Terrors through their Souls?"
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