Date: 1714
"The most, such Iron Hearts we are, and such / The base Barbarity of Humane Kind, / Hooting and Railing, and with Villainous Hands / Gathering the Filth from out the Common Ways, / To hurl upon her Head."
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Date: 1714
"Joy of my Life, my dearest Shore, forbear / To wound my Heart with thy foreboding Sorrows."
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Date: 1714
"So thou, my dearest, truest, best Alicia, / Vouchsafe to lodge me in thy gentle Heart, / A Partner there; I will give up Mankind, / Forget the Transports of encreasing Passion, / And all the Pangs we feel for its Decay."
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Date: 1714
"Live! live and Reign for ever in my Bosom, / Safe and unrivall'd there possess thy own."
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Date: 1714
"Are these the Proofs of Tenderness and Love? / These endless Quarrels, Discontents, and Jealousies, / These never ceasing Wailings and Complainings, / These furious Starts, these Whirlwinds of the Soul, / Which every other Moment rise to Madness?"
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Date: 1714
"Well then, I own my Heart has broke your Chains. / Patient I bore the painful Bondage long, / At length my generous Love disdains your Tyranny."
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Date: 1714
"How fierce a Fiend is Passion? With what Wildness, / What Tyranny untam'd, it Reigns in Woman."
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Date: 1714
"Unhappy Sex! Whose easie yielding Temper / Gives Way to every Appetite alike; / Each gust of Inclination, uncontroul'd, / Sweeps thro' their Souls, and sets 'em in an uproar; / Each Motion of their Heart rises to Fury, / And Love in their weak Bosoms is a Rage / As terrible as Hate, and as destr...
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Date: 1714
"Of equal Elements, / Without one jarring Atom was she form'd / And Gentleness, and Joy, make up her Being."
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Date: 1714
"But tho' my Mouth be dumb, my Heart shall thank you; / And when it melts before the Throne of Mercy, / Mourning, and bleeding, for my past Offences, / My fervent Soul shall breath one Prayer for you."
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