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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