Date: 1700, 1702
"Revenge, and fierce Desires of Glory, cease / To urge my Passions, master'd by her Eyes; / And only gentle Fires now warm my Breast."
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Date: 1700, 1702
"Exquisite Charmer! now by Orosmades / I swear, thy each soft Accent melts my Soul."
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Date: 1700, 1702
"Yet for thy Sake, thou Idol of my Heart, / (Nor will I blush to own the sacred Flame, / Thy Sighs and Vows have kindled in my Breast) / For thy lov'd Sake, spight of my boding Fears, / I'll meet the Danger which Ambition brings, / And tread one Path with thee."
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Date: 1700, 1702
"Whom should we seek for Friendships but those few, / Those happy few, within whose Breasts alone, / The Footsteps of lost Virtue yet remain?"
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Date: 1700, 1702
"Forget that thought, / That jarring grates your Soul, and turns the Harmony / Of blessed Peace to curst infernal Discord."
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Date: 1700, 1702
"Then Memnon (at an Hour when few are Villains / The sprightly Juice infusing gentler Thoughts, / And kindling Love ev'n in the coldest Breasts,) / Unequal to him in the Face of War, / Stole on Celander with a Cowards Malice, / And struck him to the Heart."
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Date: 1700, 1702
"Like thine, / Immortal Thirst of Empire fires my Soul, / My Soul, which of superiour Power impatient, / Disdains thy Eldership; therefore in Arms / (Which give the noblest Right to Kings) I will / To Death dispute with thee the Throne of Cyrus."
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Date: 1700, 1702
"A lucky thought / Is in my mind at once compleatly form'd, / Like Grecian Pallas in the head of Jove."
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Date: 1700, 1702
"Still dost thou melt my Soul with thy soft Images, / And make my Ruine pleasing?"
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Date: 1700, 1702
"Love reigns my Tyrant, to himself alone / He vindicates the Empire of my Breast, / And banishes all Thoughts of Joy for ever."
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