Date: 1700, 1702
"Her thoughtful Soul, labours with some event / Of high import, which bustles like an Embryo / In its dark Room, and longs to be disclos'd."
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Date: 1700, 1702
"Wise Mirza! were my Soul a Temple, fit For Gods, and Godlike Counsels to inhabit, Thee only would I choose of all Mankind, To be the Priest, still favour'd with access."
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Date: 1700, 1702
"O could I think that he had ever known / My hidden flame, shame and confusion / Would force my Virgin soul to leave her mansion, / And certain Death ensue."
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Date: 1700, 1702
"No! my disdainful Soul shall struggle out / And start at once from its dishonour'd Mansion."
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