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: 1755
"If ever gentle Pity touch'd thy Heart, / Now let it melt!"
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Date: 1755
"Thy Words have shot like Lightning through my Frame; / And all my Soul's on Fire!"
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Date: 1755
"Thy Soul will kindle, / And Passion mount in Flames that will consume thee."
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Date: 1755
"Love ne'er shou'd die: / 'Tis the Soul's Cordial."
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Date: 1755
"Had not Guilt steel'd thy Heart, awakening Conscience / Wou'd flash Conviction on thee, and each Look, / Shot from these Eyes, be arm'd with Serpent-Horrors, / To turn thee into Stone!"
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Date: 1755
"He bade me tell thee, / That in his Heart indelibly are stamp'd / His Father's Wrongs, and Thine."
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Date: 1755
"Deep in his Soul the hidden Fire shall glow, / And his Breast labour with the great Revenge!"
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Date: 1755
"A thousand fond Requests / Croud on my Mind."
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Date: 1755
"Thou, superior to the Frowns / Of Fate, can'st pour thy Sunshine o'er the Soul, / And brighten Woe to Rapture!"
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