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Date: 1737

"Whence Talbot's friendship glows to future times, / Intrepid, warm; of kindred tempers born; / Nursed, by experience, into slow esteem, / Calm confidence unbounded, love not blind, / And the sweet light from mingled minds disclosed, / From mingled chymic oils as bursts the fire."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

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Date: 1737

"I too remember well that mental Bowl, / Which round his Table flow'd."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

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Date: 1738

"Thy skill my elemental Clay refin'd, / The straggling Parts in beauteous Order join'd, / With perfect Symmetry compos'd the whole, / And stampt thy sacred Image on my Soul."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

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Date: 1738

"Whate'er we think on't, Forune's but a Toy, / Which cheats the Soul with empty Shows of Joy; / A mere ideal Creature of the Brain, / That reigns the Idol of the Mad and Vain; / Deludes their Senses with a fair Disguise, / And sets an airy Bliss before their Eyes."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

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Date: 1739

"Thy hand can trace the characters divine, / And stamp celestial beauty on my soul"

— Rowe [née Singer], Elizabeth (1674-1737)

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Date: 1739

Dictates have "his care on ev'ry mind impress'd, / The conscious seals the hand of Heav'n attest!"

— Boyse, Samuel (1708-1749)

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Date: 1727, 1739

"That Bosom, where thy Image dwells!"

— Broome, William (1689-1745); Hesiod

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Date: 1739

"True Witness of my Sonship Thou, / Engraving Pardon on my Heart: / Seal of my Sins in CHRIST forgiven, / Earnest of Love, and Pledge of Heav'n."

— Wesley, John and Charles

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Date: 1739

"Thy wounds upon my heart impress, / Nor [a]ught shall the loved stamp efface"

— Wesley, John and Charles

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Date: 1739

"More hard than Marble is my Heart, / And foul with Sins of deepest Stain: / But Thou the mighty Saviour art, / Nor flow'd thy cleansing Blood in vain. / Ah! soften, melt this Rock, and may / Thy Blood wash all these Stains away."

— Wesley, John and Charles

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