Date: 1737
"Whence Talbot's friendship glows to future times, / Intrepid, warm; of kindred tempers born; / Nursed, by experience, into slow esteem, / Calm confidence unbounded, love not blind, / And the sweet light from mingled minds disclosed, / From mingled chymic oils as bursts the fire."
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Date: 1737
"I too remember well that mental Bowl, / Which round his Table flow'd."
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Date: 1739
"Faint is the lesson reason's rules impart: / [Drama] pours it strong and instant through the heart"
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Date: October, 1739
"Bid Fancy quit her fairy cell, / In all her colours drest / While prompt her sallies to control, / Reason, the judge, recalls the soul / To Truth's severest test."
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Date: October, 1739
"That last best effort of [Science's] skill, / To form the life, and rule the will, / Propitious power! impart."
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Date: October, 1739
"Teach me to cool my passion's fires, / Make me the judge of my desires / The master of my heart."
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Date: 1744, 1746
"Wide-stretching from these shores, / A people savage from remotest time, / A huge neglected empire, one vast mind, / By Heaven inspired, from gothic darkness call'd."
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Date: 1744, 1746
"That with the vivid energy of sense, / The truth of Nature, which with Attic point / And kind well temper'd satire, smoothly keen, / Steals through the soul, and without pain corrects."
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Date: 1744, 1772, 1795
"These flattering scenes / To this neglected labour court my song; / Yet not unconscious what a doubtful task / To paint the finest features of the mind, / And to most subtile and mysterious things / Give colour, strength, and motion."
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Date: 1744, 1772, 1795
"Call now to mind what high capacious powers / Lie folded up in man; how far beyond / The praise of mortals, may the eternal growth / Of nature to perfection half divine, / Expand the blooming soul?"
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