Date: 1735, 1792
"Just so supreme, unmated, and alone, / The Soul assumes her intellectual throne"
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Date: 1735, 1792
"Around their queen attendant spirits watch, / Each rising thought with prompt observance catch, / The tidings of internal passion spread, / And thro' each part the swift contagion shed"
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Date: 1735, 1792
The mind "speeds her ministry abroad, / And rules obedient matter with a nod" as "The obsequious mass beneath her influence yields, /And even her will the unwieldy fabric wields"
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Date: 1735, 1792
"Tho' winding paths" the soul's "sprightly envoys fly, / Or watchful in the frontier senses lie"
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Date: 1735, 1792
"Such haply by that Côon artist known, / Seated apparent queen on Fancy's throne; / From thence thy shape his happy canvas blest, / And colours dipt in heaven thy heavenly form confest"
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Date: 1738, 1792
"But soon a beam, emissive from above, / Shed mental day, and touch'd the heart with love; / Gave jealous rage to know Divine Controul, / And ruled the tempest rising in the soul."
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Date: 1739
"Ask ye what Law their conq'ring Cause confess'd? / Great Nature's Law, the Law within the Breast, / Form'd by no Art, and to no Sect confin'd, / But stamp'd by Heav'n upon th' unletter'd Mind."
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Date: 1739
"By Personal Freedom I mean that State resulting from Virtue; or Reason ruling in the Breast superior to Appetite and Passion."
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Date: 1739
"Base Fear, the Laziness of Lust, gross Appetites, / These are the Ladders, and the groveling Footstool, / From whence the Tyrant rises on our Wrongs, / Secure and scepter'd in the Soul's Servility."
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Date: 1739
"No---in the deep and deadly Damp of Dungeons / The Soul can rear her Sceptre, smile in Anguish, / And triumph o'er Oppression."
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