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Date: 1738

"The Grecian Prince the Love of Virtue taught: / With Fortitude and Patience steel'd his Breast."

— Boyse, Samuel (1708-1749)

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Date: 1738

"Still is there Room for Friends not less in Mind; / But the learn'd Elbow hates to be confin'd."

— Ogle, George (1704-1746)

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Date: 1738

"While healthful Exercise the Mind unbends, / And Health and Study serve each other's Ends: / I view the happy School,--and thence presage / The fair Succession of a rising Age."

— Boyse, Samuel (1708-1749)

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Date: 1738

"Thy skill my elemental Clay refin'd, / The straggling Parts in beauteous Order join'd, / With perfect Symmetry compos'd the whole, / And stampt thy sacred Image on my Soul."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

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Date: 1738

"Protect me by thy providential Care, / And teach my Soul t'avoid the Tempter's Snare."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

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Date: 1738

"Whate'er we think on't, Forune's but a Toy, / Which cheats the Soul with empty Shows of Joy; / A mere ideal Creature of the Brain, / That reigns the Idol of the Mad and Vain; / Deludes their Senses with a fair Disguise, / And sets an airy Bliss before their Eyes."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

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Date: 1738

"Happy, he who can unbind / The Chains that clog the fetter'd Mind!"

— Boyse, Samuel (1708-1749)

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Date: w. 1737, published 1738

"A Voice there is, that whispers in my ear, / ('Tis Reason's voice, which sometimes one can hear)."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

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Date: w. 1737, published 1738

"Long, as to him who works for debt, the Day; / Long as the Night to her whose love's away; / Long as the Year's dull circle seems to run, / When the brisk Minor pants for twenty-one; / So slow th' unprofitable Moments roll, / That lock up all the Functions of my soul; / That keep me from Myself;...

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

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Date: w. 1737, published 1738

"But when no Prelate's Lawn with Hair-shirt lin'd, / Is half so incoherent as my Mind, / When (each Opinion with the next at strife, / One ebb and flow of follies all my Life) / I plant, root up, I build, and then confound, / Turn round to square, and square again to round."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

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