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AND Literary Period: "Augustan"

AND Nationality of Author: "English"

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Date: 1715

"Let thy Heart kindle with the highest Hopes, / Expand thy Bosom, let thy Soul inlarg'd, / Make Room to entertain the coming Glory, / For Majesty and Purple Greatness court thee, / Homage and low Subjection wait."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: 1715

"Shall thy Soul / Still scorn the World, still flie the Joys that court / Thy blooming Beauty, and thy tender Youth? / Still shall she soar on Contemplation's Wing, / And mix with nothing meaner than the Stars; / As Heaven and Immortality alone / Were Objects worthy to employ her Faculties."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: 1715

"Love is a Court of Honour in the Heart"

— Johnson, Charles (1679?-1748)

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Date: 1716

"Their Conscience is a Worm within, / That gnaws them Night and Day."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

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Date: 1684, 1717

"Fancy sits Queen of all; / While the poor under-Faculties resort, / And to her fickle Majesty make Court"

— Duke, Richard (1658-1711)

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Date: 1684, 1717

The understanding is first to pay court to Queen Fancy, "plainly clad,
But usefully; no Ent'rance to be had"

— Duke, Richard (1658-1711)

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Date: 1684, 1717

The Will, "that Bully of the Mind," is next to pay court to Queen Fancy: "Follies wait on him in a Troop behind; / He meets Reception from the Antick Queen, / Who thinks her Majesty's most honour'd, when / Attended by those fine drest Gentlemen"

— Duke, Richard (1658-1711)

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Date: 1684, 1717

"Reason, the honest Counsellor, this knows, / And into Court with res'lute Virtue goes; / Lets Fancy see her loose irregular Sway, / Then how the flattering Follies sneak away!"

— Duke, Richard (1658-1711)

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Date: 1719-1720, 1725

"'Twould swell this Discourse beyond what I design, to recount her various Starts of Passions, and different Turns of Behaviour, sometimes louder than the Winds, she rav'd! Commanded! Threatned! Then, still as April Showers, or Summer Dews, she wept, and only whisper'd her Complaints, now dissemb...