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Date: 1685

One's thoughts and joys may be "all pack'd up and gone"

— Mason, John (1646?-1694)

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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;"

— Dryden, John (1631-1700); Horace (65 B.C. - 8 B.C.)

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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."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

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Date: 1685

Tho' a World of dull Bullion your essence do's hold, / Scarce an Atom of Soul was cast into the Mould, / Room enough, and to spare lavish Nature allows, / But provides not a Tenant to suit with the House

— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)

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Date: 1686

"But the false Image she will ne're erace, / Though far unworthy still to hold its place: / So hard it is, even Wiser grown, to take / Th' Impression out, which Fancy once did make."

— Killigrew, Anne (1660-1685)

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Date: 1686

"And so dost think to fill the Abiss below / Quite full of Females, hoping there may be / No room for souls big with Vice as thee."

— Egerton [née Fyge; other married name Field], Sarah (1670-1723)

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Date: 1686

"By any other hand: She's all divine, / And by a splendid lustre doth outshine / All masculine souls, who only seem to be / Made up of pride and their lov'd luxury."

— Egerton [née Fyge; other married name Field], Sarah (1670-1723)

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Date: 1686, 1712

"See how my melting Passions hast and run, / Like Virgin-wax before the scorching Sun!"

— Arwaker, Edmund (c.1655-1730)

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Date: 1686, 1712

One may be " to a narrow Dungeon confin'd, / A Cave that darkens and restrains [the] Mind"

— Arwaker, Edmund (c.1655-1730)

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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."

— Arwaker, Edmund (c.1655-1730)

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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.