Date: 1715, 1727
"[A]ll the Faculties of my Soul and Body are her Slaves"
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Date: 1715
"Love is a generous Volunteer; Lust a Mercenary Slave"
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Date: 1715
"Love is a Court of Honour in the Heart"
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Date: 1715
Love may be a "scandalous Itching, a Rebellion in the Blood"
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Date: 1715-1720
"His Country's Cares lay rowling in his Breast. / As when by Light'nings Jove 's Ætherial Pow'r / Foretells the ratling Hail, or weighty Show'r, / Or sends soft Snows to whiten all the Shore, / Or bids the brazen Throat of War to roar; / By fits one Flash succeeds, as one expire...
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Date: 1715-1720
"This strong and ruling Faculty was like a powerful Planet, which in the Violence of its Course, drew all things within its Vortex."
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Date: 1715-1720
"It seem'd not enough to have taken in the whole Circle of Arts, and the whole Compass of Nature; all the inward Passions and Affections of Mankind to supply this Characters, and all the outward Forms and Images of Things for his Descriptions; but wanting yet an ampler Sphere to expatiate in, he ...
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Date: 1715-1720
"'Tis however remarkable that his Fancy, which is every where vigorous, is not discover'd immediately at the beginning of his Poem in its fullest Splendor: It grows in the Progress both upon himself and others, and becomes on Fire like a Chariot-Wheel, by its own Rapidity."
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Date: 1715-1720
"And yet no dire Presage so wounds my Mind, / My Mother's Death, the Ruin of my Kind, / Not Priam 's hoary Hairs defil'd with Gore, / Not all my Brothers gasping on the Shore; / As thine, Andromache!"
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Date: 1716
"But the greatest imperfection is in our inward sight, that is, to be Ghosts unto our own Eyes, and while we are so sharpsighted as to look thorough others, to be invisible to our selves; for the inward Eyes are more fallacious than the outward."
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