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
"O how I could reproach Thee, Sigismunda! / Pour out my injur'd Soul in just Complaints!"
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Date: 1745
"The conscious Mind is its own awful World."
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Date: 1745
"But now not all my partial Heart can plead, / Shall ever shake th' unalterable Dictates / That tyrannize my Breast."
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Date: 1745
"Yes, yes Inhuman! / Since thy Barbarian Heart is steel'd by Pride, / Shut up to Love and Pity, here behold me / Cast on the Ground, a vile and abject Wretch!"
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Date: 1745
"Off! Traitors! off! or my distracted Soul / Will burst indignant from this Jail of Nature! / To where she beckons yonder."
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Date: 1745
"Ha! my Brain / Is all on fire! a wild Abyss of Thought!"
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Date: 1745
"Behold the fatal Work of my dark Hand, / That by rude Force the Passions would command, / That ruthless sought to root them from the Breast; / They may be rul'd, but will not be opprest."
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Date: Performed Dec 1756, published 1757
"This fatal day stirs my time-settled sorrow, / Troubles afresh the fountain of my heart."
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