Date: April 18, 1721
"One Argument is ballanc'd by another, / And Reason Reason meets in doubtful Fight, / And Proofs are countermin'd by equal Proofs. / No more I'll bear this Battel of the Mind, / This inward Anarchy."
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Date: April 18, 1721
"Can I not rouze the Snake that's in his Bosom, / To Sting out human Nature, and effect it?"
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Date: April 18, 1721
"If this was Fancy's Work, / She draws a Picture strongly."
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Date: April 18, 1721
"O the Medley / Of Right and Wrong! the Chaos in my Brain! / He should, and should not dye-- / You should Obey, / And not Obey.--It is a Day of Darkness, / Of Contradictions, and of many Deaths."
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Date: April 18, 1721
"I told her, from your Childhood you was wont / On any great Surprize, but chiefly then / When cause of Sorrow bore it Company, / To have your Passion shake the Seat of Reason, / A momentary Ill, which soon blew o'er."
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Date: April 18, 1721
"If cold white Mortals censure this great Deed, / Warn them, they judge not of superior Beings / Souls made of Fire, and Children of the Sun, / With whom Revenge is Virtue."
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Date: 1722
"Vertues, and Vices, are to Realms confin'd: / And, Climates give a Tincture to the Mind."
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Date: 1722
"Now boiling high / With Injuries;--with Outrages!--that burn, / That set the very suffering Soul on Fire!"
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Date: 1722
"Blush rather, that you are a Slave to Passion; / Subservient to the Wildness of your Will; / Which, like a Whirlwind, tears up all your Vertues; / And gives you not the Leisure to consider."
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Date: 1722
"Consider; Gwendolen, my lasting Passion; / A Passion, that, through Time, takes deeper Root; / A Love, that, spight of Absence, hourly grows; / In spight even of Despair:--Yet, will I not / Despair; since Fortune favours thus my Hopes."
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