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Date: 25 B.C.

"But, Venus, my devoted heart is ever at your service [your slave]. / Have mercy. Why in rancour burn the harvest that is yours?"

— Tibullus, Abius (c. 54-19 B.C.)

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Date: 1599

A Hecatean Hag may "Worke mindes as wax"

— Roche, Robert (1576-1629)

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Date: 1635

"'Tis said that Polo the Tragedian / When hee on Stage to force some passion came, / Had his Sonnes ashes in an Urne enshrin'd / To worke more deepe impressions in his mind."

— Brathwaite, Richard (1587/8-1673)

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Date: 1667

"Had we forgotten His, or to strange Names / Of Idol-gods stretch'd out our suppliant hands, / Should not God know, and visit this in flames, / Who the vast Empire of all hearts commands, / And thoughts, more than we actions, understands?"

— Woodford, Samuel (1636-1700)

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Date: 1667

"Within my heart Thy [the Lord's] love shall gain, / Such conquests, that the Trophies shall like Heav'n remain"

— Woodford, Samuel (1636-1700)

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Date: 1667

"From Sons has made you Lords of th' Earth, / And on yours stampt the Portrait of His minde."

— Woodford, Samuel (1636-1700)

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Date: 1667

" (Your Mind b'ing more transcendent than your State, / For while but Knees to this, Hearts bow to that,)"

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)

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Date: 1672?

"Our Hearts are Paper, Beauty is the Pen, / Which writes our Loves, and blots 'em out agen"

— Sedley, Sir Charles (1639-1701)

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Date: 1681

"This [sadness] fetters all our Senses, pulleth down / Heav'ns Image, Reason from her rightful Throne / And in her room, by Fancies pow'rful Charm, / Sets up a feigned Ill to work our Harm."

— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)

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Date: 1682

"Each step you take, hales me a step more near / To the cold Grave: (nor is't an idle Fear) / For know, my Soul to you is chained fast, / And if you make such cruel, fatal hast, / Must quit it's Seat, and be so far unkind, / To leave my fainting, breathless Trunk behind."

— Ephelia (fl. 1679-1682)

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