Date: 1685
Eternal troubles may haunt an anxious mind
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Date: 1685
"Sure he, who first the passage tried, / In hardened oak his heart did hide, / And ribs of iron armed his side;"
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700); Horace (65 B.C. - 8 B.C.)
Date: 1685
"These bugbears of the mind, this inward hell, / No rays of outward sunshine can dispel; / But nature and right reason must display / Their beams abroad, and bring the darksome soul to day."
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Date: 1686, 1712
"See how my melting Passions hast and run, / Like Virgin-wax before the scorching Sun!"
preview | full record— Arwaker, Edmund (c.1655-1730)
Date: 1686, 1712
One may be " to a narrow Dungeon confin'd, / A Cave that darkens and restrains [the] Mind"
preview | full record— Arwaker, Edmund (c.1655-1730)
Date: 1686, 1712
"When first my Soul put on its fleshly Load, / It was Imprison'd in the dark Abode; / My Feet were Fetters, my Hands Manacles, / My Sinews Chains, and all Confinement else; / My Bones the Bars of my loath'd Prison grate; / My Tongue the Turn-key, and my Mouth the Gate."
preview | full record— Arwaker, Edmund (c.1655-1730)
Date: 1693
"Those Senses lost, behold a new defeat; / The Soul, dislodging from another seat."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700) [Poem ascribed to]
Date: 1693
"But why must those be thought to scape, that feel / Those Rods of Scorpions, and those Whips of Steel / Which Conscience shakes, when she with Rage controuls, / And spreads Amazing Terrors through their Souls?"
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700) [Poem ascribed to]
Date: 1693
"But let us for the Gods a Gift prepare, / Which the Great Man's Great Chargers cannot bear / Soul, where Laws both Humane and Divine, / In Practice more than Speculation shine: / A genuine Virtue, of a vigorous kind, / Pure in the last recesses of the Mind."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1693
"Yet, thy moist Clay is pliant to Command; / Unwrought, and easie to the Potter's hand: / Now take the Mold; now bend thy Mind to feel / The first sharp Motions of the Forming Wheel."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)