Date: 1653
"And some place may in th' head be hung with black, / Which makes us dull, yet know not what we lack."
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Date: 1653
"Our fancies which in verse or prose we put, / May pictures be, which they do draw or cut."
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Date: 1653
"And when these fancies and thin do show, / They may be graven in seal, for ought we know;"
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Date: 1653
"When we have cross opinions in the mind, / Then we may them in Schools disputing find;"
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Date: 1653
"When we of childish toys do think, a fair / May be in th' brain, where crowds of fairies are, / And in each stall may all such knacks be sold, / As rattles, bells, or bracelets made of gold"
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Date: 1653
"And when our brain with amorous thoughts is stayed, / Perhaps there is a bride and bridegroom made; / And when our thoughts all merry be and gay, / There may be dancing on their wedding day."
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Date: 1653
"And when our thoughts all merry be and gay, / There may be dancing on their wedding day."
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Date: 1653
"A thought for Breeding would a Travellour be, / The several Countries in the Brain to see; / Spurr'd with Desires he was, Booted with Hope, / His Cap Curios'ty, Patience was his Cloak: / Thus Suited, strait a Horse he did provide, / And Strong Imagination got to Ride; / Which Sadled with Ambitio...
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Date: 1653
"Some ways i'th' Brain were Ill, and Foul with all, / Which made him oft into deep Errours fall; / Oft was he hid by Mountains high of Fear, / Then slid down Precipices of Despair; / Woods of Forgetfulness he oft past through, / To find the Right way out, had much ado."
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Date: 1642, 1655, 1668
"My eye, which swift as thought contracts the space / That lies between, and first salutes the place / Crown'd with that sacred pile, so vast, so high, / That whether 'tis a part of Earth, or sky, / Uncertain seems, and may be thought a proud / Aspiring mountain, or descending cloud, / Pauls, the...
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