Date: Thursday, November 1, 1711
"But upon turning this Plan to and fro in my Thoughts, I observed so many unaccountable Humours in Man, that I did not know out of what Animals to fetch them."
preview | full record— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)
Date: 1711
"Passions impatient of the Rein, disown / Reason's Dominion, and usurp her Throne."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1711
"Fierce is their [natives of hot climates] Rage, and all the Savage Beast / Reigns in their Soul, and haunts their desart Breast; / Where Hate, Revenge, and Jealousy are bred, / And livid Envy hides her spleenful Head."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: Friday, June 20, 1712
"Upon her Tongue did such smooth Mischief dwell, / And from her Lips such welcome Flatt'ry fell, / Th' unguarded Youth, in Silken Fetters ty'd, / Resign'd his Reason, and with Ease complied. / Thus does the Ox to his own Slaughter go, / And thus is senseless of th' impending Blow. / Thus flies th...
preview | full record— Steele, Sir Richard (1672-1729)
Date: 1712
"She [the soul] does her Godlike Liberty secure: / Her Right and high Prerogative maintains, / Impatient of the Yoke, and scorns coercive Chains."
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Date: 1712
"While wanton Ferments swell thy glowing Veins, / To the warm Passion give the slacken'd Reins."
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Date: 1714
"His ductile Reason will be wound about, / Be led and turn'd again, say and unsay, / Receive the Yoak, and yeild exact Obedience."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1714
"'Tis all in vain, this Rage that tears thy Bosom, / Like a poor Bird that flutters in its Cage, / Thou beat'st thy self to Death."
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Date: 1715
"Close, like a Dragon folded in his Den, / Some secret Venom preys upon his Heart."
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Date: 1715
"Shall thy Soul / Still scorn the World, still flie the Joys that court / Thy blooming Beauty, and thy tender Youth? / Still shall she soar on Contemplation's Wing, / And mix with nothing meaner than the Stars; / As Heaven and Immortality alone / Were Objects worthy to employ her Faculties."
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