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Date: First performed February 17, 1720.

"What were Dominion, Pomp, / The Wealth of Nations, nay of all the World, / The World it self, or what a thousand Worlds, / If weigh'd with Faith unspotted, heav'nly Truth, / Thoughts free from Guilt, the Empire of the Mind, / And all the Triumphs of a God-like Breast / Firm and unmov'd in the gr...

— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)

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Date: First performed February 17, 1720.

"No more--thou waken'st in my tortur'd Heart / The cruel conscious Worm that stings to Madness. / O I'm undone!--I know it, and can bear / To be undone for thee, but not to lose thee."

— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)

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Date: First performed February 17, 1720.

"O self-destroying Monster! that art blind, / Yet putt'st out Reason's Eyes, that still shou'd guide thee, / Then plungest down some Precipice unseen, / And art no more!--Hear me, all-gracious Heav'n!"

— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)

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Date: First performed February 17, 1720.

"It wounds my Heart / To think thou follow'st but to share my Ruin."

— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)

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Date: First performed February 17, 1720.

"Then say, Eudocia, / If, like a Soul anneal'd in purging Fires, / After whole Years thou see'st me white again, / When thou, ev'n thou shalt think."

— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)

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Date: First performed February 17, 1720.

"O Eudocia! / No longer now my dazled Eyes behold thee / Thro' Passion's Mists; my Soul now gazes on thee, / And sees thee lovelier in unfading Charms, / Bright as the shining Angel Host that stood!"

— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)

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Date: First performed February 17, 1720.

"My vital Flame / There, like a Taper on the holy Altar, / Shall waste away; till Heav'n relenting hear / Incessant Pray'rs for thee and for my self, / And wing my Soul to meet with thine in Bliss."

— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)

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Date: April 18, 1721

"I lov'd fair Leonora long before / The Chance of Battel gave me to the Moors, / From whom so late Alonzo set me Free; / And while I groan'd in Bondage, I deputed / This Great Alonzo, whom her Father honours, / To be my gentle Advocate in Love, / To stir her Heart, and fan its Fires for me."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

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Date: April 18, 1721

"Must I despair then? Do not shake me thus: / My Tempest-beaten Heart is cold to Death."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

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Date: April 18, 1721

"Each other Passion's calm / To thee, thou Conflagration of the Soul"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

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