Date: 1724
"The working Soul, unexercis'd abroad, / Like martial Nations, turns its numerous Powers / Upon its self; and sunk by native Weight, / Begins intestine Broils, and War at Home."
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Date: 1724
"Reflection your Renown, clear as your Conscience; / The stormy Passions of your Soul, allay'd / By Reason to soft Gales, serenely playing / On the full Current of your youthful Blood, / By Nature and Occasion smoothly led / Through a fair Field of Royal Virtues, fruitful / In great Examples, and...
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Date: 1724
"Is it a Dream, when at each Word you utter / In Scorn or Hate, my feav'rish Pulse beats high, / And all is War and Waste within my Bosom?"
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Date: 1724
"Nay by the Hate (since Love is now no more) / The fix'd Aversion that usurps your Bosom, / (The native Seat of Gentleness and Pity) / By That and by its Cause, my late Transgression, / So black, so heinous as to shame Remorse, / Indulge that Hate, and give Revenge a loose / In this one Thought,...
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Date: 1725
"What silly Notions crowd the clouded Mind, / That is thro' want of Education blind!"
preview | full record— Ramsay, Allan (1684-1758)
Date: 1725
"Stoop to the Gen'rous, if you seek Controll; / Vertue will fix your Empire on his Soul"
preview | full record— Odingsells, Gabriel (1690-1734)
Date: 1725
"When Friendship engraves the Image of Love, 'tis true, she proceeds by slow Degrees, But forms each Feature with the deepest Art, / And carves a lasting Image on the Heart."
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Date: 1726
"'Twould be a bad World with most of us, if Reason were always to rule."
preview | full record— Southerne, Thomas (1659-1746)
Date: 1726
"How the weak Mind a naked Blank, receives, / The first Impression Time, or Custom gives."
preview | full record— Johnson, Charles (1679?-1748)
Date: 1726
One may be galled "with Reproaches and Contempt, more heavy, and corroding into my Soul, than the Load and Rust of my Irons eating into my Flesh? "
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