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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Date: 1718
"By this strong Party lurking in your Heart, / Reason seduc'd, will to her Side desert."
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Date: 1718
"You from your Breast must root Religion's Weed, / Not only sin, but disbelieve your Creed."
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Date: 1718
"May not this cheering Breath, this soothing Air, / Nourish too fast Vain-Glory's secret Root, / And make its rank pernicious Branches shoot, / Till on your Mind they baneful Blossoms spread, / And drop malignant Dews on Virtue's tender Head?"
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Date: 1718
"And now the fair Ideas, which possest / Your Mind, by loose and vicious Thoughts opprest, / How will you wing your Way to Realms above, / And feast your Soul with Extasies of Love"
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Date: 1721
"My Heart do's like soft Wax relent, / And midst my Bowels flow"
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Date: 1721
" Oh! seal me, stamp me on thy tender Mind, / And leave the strong Impression deep behind."
preview | full record— Croxall, Samuel (1688/9-1752); Nestor Ironside
Date: 1721
"This, of all Vice, does most debase the Mind, / Gold is itself th'Allay to Human-kind."
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Date: 1721
"Bless God, who did not give our Soul / To their sharp Teeth a Prey."
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Date: 1721
"Our Soul, as from a broken Snare / A Bird escapes, is fled."
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