Date: 1718
"Inmate Divine! Celestial Guest! / Who dost inhabit every pious Breast"
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Date: 1718
"'From forth thy Bosom turn the Viper-Guest, / 'Or, e'er he bite thee, crush him at thy Breast"
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Date: 1718
"Mature, if not improv'd, by Time / Up to the Heart She loves to climb: / From thence, compell'd by Craft and Age, / She makes the Head her latest Stage."
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Date: 1718
"My simple System shall suppose, / That Alma enters at the Toes; / That then She mounts by just Degrees / Up to the Ancles, Legs, and Knees: / Next, as the Sap of Life does rise, / She lends her Vigor to the Thighs: / And, all these under-Regions past,/ She nestles somewhere near the Waste."
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Date: 1718, 1720
"For Love's my constant Guest, / And reigns a Lordly Tyrant in my 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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