Date: 1712, 1715, 1719
The "mysterious Turnings of human Cogitations" compose "Labyrinths for Reason to lose her Way, unless conducted by the Line of Vertue"
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Date: 1712, 1715, 1719
"I was in this Labyrinth of Thoughts when one brought me a Letter from Exiilus"
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Date: 1714 [1712, 1717]
"They shift the moving Toyshop of their Heart; / Where Wigs with Wigs, with Sword-knots Sword-knots strive, / Beaus banish Beaus, and Coaches Coaches drive"
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Date: 1714 [1712, 1717]
"Just in that instant, anxious Ariel sought / The close Recesses of the Virgin's thought."
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Date: August 18, 1716; 1735
"If Momus’s project had taken, of having windows in our breasts, I should be for carrying it further, and making those windows casements: that while a man showed his heart to all the world, he might do something more for his friends, e’en take it out, and trust to their handling."
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Date: 1717, 1736
"Most souls, 'tis true, but peep out once an age, / Dull sullen pris'ners in the body's cage."
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Date: 1717, 1736
"Dim lights of life that burn a length of years, / Useless, unseen, as lamps in sepulchres"
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Date: 1717, 1736
"Like Eastern Kings a lazy state they keep, / And close confin'd in their own palace sleep."
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Date: 1723
In one's Garret-Closet one's Muse may "take Possession": "Poetry being one of those subtle Devils, that if driven out by never so many firm Purposes, good Resolutions, Aversion to that Poverty it intails upon its Adherents; yet it will always return and find a Passage to the Heart, Brain, ...
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Date: 1723
"Mine [heart] open lies, without the least Defence; / No Guard of Art; but its own Innocence; / Under which Fort it could fierce Storms endure: / But from thy Wit I find no Fort secure."
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