Date: 1712
"The ready Phantomes at her Nod advance, / And form the busie Intellectual Dance: / While her fair Scenes to vary, or supply, / She singles out fit Images, that lye / In Memory's Records, which faithful hold / Objects immense in secret Marks inroll'd, / The sleeping Forms at her Command awake, / ...
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Date: 1712
"She [the soul] can her airy Train of Forms disband, / And makes new Levées at her own Command."
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Date: 1712
"She [the mind] draws ten thousand Landschapes in the Brain, / Dresses of airy Forms an endless Train, / Which all her Intellectual Scenes prepare, / Enter by turns the Stage, and disappear."
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Date: 1714, 1735
" What cruel Dæmon haunts my tortur'd Mind? / Sure, if 'twere Love, I shou'd th'Invader find;"
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Date: 1718
"Inmate Divine! Celestial Guest! / Who dost inhabit every pious Breast"
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Date: 1718
"When first to Think your active Mind essay'd, / And young Ideas in your Fancy play'd, / While dawning Reason's unexperienc'd Ray / Drew a faint Scetch of Intellectual Day, / Your Parents, who the Laws of Heav'n revere, / And make Immortal Bliss their pious Care, / Assiduous strove by mild Instru...
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Date: 1718
"Our faithful Censor laid asleep within, / We undisturb'd take down full Draughts of Sin."
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Date: 1718
"Should you at length decide the doubtful War, / Renounce to Virtue, and for Vice declare, / You'll ne'er in Triumph captive Reason lead, / On Conscience wholly conquer'd never tread."
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Date: 1718
"Call to your Aid the Arts of Earth and Hell, / Th' upbraiding Guest within you'll ne'er expel."
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Date: 1718
"The Foe has secret Friends within your Breast, / Perfidious Passions, which dissemble Rest / All these, should you approach her Camp too near, / Rising in Arms, against you will declare."
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