Date: 1730
"What dreadful havoc in the human breast / The passions make, when unconfin'd, and mad, / They burst, unguided by the mental eye, / The light of reason; which in various ways / Points them to good, or turns them back from ill."
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Date: 1730
"O save me from the tumult of the soul! / From the wild beasts within!"
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Date: 1730
"See there the ruins of the noble mind, / When from calm reason passion tears the sway."
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Date: 1745
"But when the Practice comes; when our fond Passions, / Pleasure and Pride and Self-Indulgence throw / Their magic Dust around, the Prospect roughens: / Then dreadful Passes, craggy Mountains rise, / Cliffs to be scal'd, and Torrents to be stem'd."
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Date: 1745
"Distraction!--O my Soul!--Hold, Reason, hold / Thy giddy Seat--O this inhuman Outrage / Unhinges Thought!"
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Date: 1745
"But from my Soul to banish, / While weeping Memory there retains her Seat, / Thoughts which the purest Bosom might have cherish'd, / Once my Delight, now even in Anguish charming, / Is more, alas! my Lord, than I can promise."
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Date: 1745
"Forgive my Heat. / My rankled Mind, by Injuries inflam'd, / May be too prompt to take and give Offence."
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Date: 1745
"Nought now has Charms or Terrors to my Breast, / The Seat of stupid Woe!"
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Date: 1745
"The conscious Mind is its own awful World."
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