Date: 1764
"The moon, who holds o'er night her silver reign" is "Regent of tides, and mistress of the brain"
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Date: 1764
"When she with apathy the breast would steel, / And teach us, deeply feeling, not to feel"
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Date: 1764
"Have I well weigh'd the great, the noble part / I'm now to play? have I explored my heart, / That labyrinth of fraud, that deep, dark cell, / Where, unsuspected, e'en by me, may dwell / Ten thousand follies?"
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Date: 1764
"[I]n his breast, / Crowded with follies, Honour found no room"
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Date: 1764
"From every speck which hangs upon the sight / Purge my mind's eye, nor let one cloud remain / To spread the shades of error o'er my brain),"
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Date: 1764?
"Whether we will or no, Through reason's court doth [the word lord] unquestion'd go"
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Date: 1764?
"Judge Reason view'd him with an eye of grace, / Look'd through his soul, and quite forgot his face"
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Date: 1764?
"This melting mass of flesh she may control / With iron ribs, she cannot chain my soul."
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Date: 1765
"In Christ, his work and word / I trust, why should ye say, / That like a tim'rous bird / My soul must wing her way, / And flee from those, whose deadly skill / At worst can but the body kill?"
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Date: 1765
"In Christ, his work and word / I trust, why should ye say, / That like a tim'rous bird / My soul must wing her way, / And flee from those, whose deadly skill / At worst can but the body kill?"
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