Date: 1705
"You must know, that as Jealous as Old Diego is, Jealousie is not his Predominant Passion, for he is the very Genius and Dæmon of Covetuousness."
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Date: 1706
"And therefore wert thou bred to virtuous Knowledge, / And Wisdom early planted in thy Soul; / That thou might'st know to rule thy fiery Passions, / To bind their Rage, and stay their headlong Course."
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Date: 1706
"Our Souls are out of Tune, we languish all, / Nor does the sweet Returning of the Dawn / Chear with its usual Mirth our drowzy Spirits, / That droop'd beneath the lazy leaden Night."
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Date: 1706
"Let ev'ry jarring Sound of Discord cease, / Tune all your Thoughts and Words to Beauty's Praise, / To Beauty, that with sweet and pleasant Influence / Breaks Life the Day-star from the chearful East."
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Date: 1706
"If these known Arts cou'd heal my wounded Soul, / Cou'd recompence the Sorrows of my Days, / Or sooth the Sighings of my lonely Nights; / Well might you hope to woe me to your Wishes, / And win my Heart with your fond Tales of Love."
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Date: 1706
"'tis for this / My Soul takes Fire within, and vainly urges / My cold enervate Hand t'assert thy Cause."
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Date: 1706
"Yes Sir, be certain on't, she shall be try'd; / Thro' all the winding Mazes of her Thoughts."
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Date: 1706
"What God, averse to Innocence and Love, / Cou'd shake thy gentle Soul with such a Storm?"
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Date: 1706
"'Till then be kind, and leave me to my self; / Leave me to vent the Fulness of my Breast, / Pour out the Sorrows of my Soul alone, / And sigh my self, if possible, to Peace."
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Date: 1706
"And oh impute not one unheeded Word, / Forc'd from her in the bitterest Pangs of Sorrow, / When fierce conflicting Passions strove within, / Like all the Winds at once let loose upon the Main, / When wild Distraction rul'd."
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