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Date: 1602
"Heere ar no eyes, why, they ar in my minde, / Wherby I see the fortunes of mankind."
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Date: 1706, 1715 [1706-1721]
"At the sight of this object I am not my own master: my soul is disturbed and rebels, and I fancy it has a mind to leave me!"
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Date: 1706, 1715 [1706-1721]
"Call in then your wandering reason, and put yourself in a condition to appear before her as good breeding requires."
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Date: 1706, 1715 [1706-1721]
"Dear object of my soul, cries he, with a feeble voice, receive my faith with this hand, while I assure you with the other, that my heart shall for ever preserve the fire with which it burns for you."
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Date: 1706, 1715 [1706-1721]
"Although your picture be deeply engraven in my heart, my eyes desire constantly to see the original; and they will lose their light if they be any considerable time deprived of it."
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Date: 1706, 1715 [1706-1721]
"hese thoughts which my fingers write, and which I express with incredible pleasure, and repeat again and again, speak from the bottom of my heart, and from the incurable wound which you have made in it; a wound which I bless a thousand times, notwithstanding the cruel torment I endure for your a...
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Date: 1706, 1715 [1706-1721]
"My spirit is tossed with a thousand tormenting things, and my thoughts destroy one another the same moment they are conceived, to make way for more; and so long as my body suffers by the impressions of my mind, how shall I be able to hold paper, or a reed to write."
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Date: 1706, 1715 [1706-1721]
"On the one hand, they make me shed tears in abundance; and, on the other, they inflame my heart with a fire which supports it, and hinders me to die of grief."
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Date: 1706, 1715 [1706-1721]
"Yes, I love you, my dear soul, and shall account it my glory to burn all my days with that sweet fire you have kindled in my heart."
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Date: 1712 [1706-1721]
"Sir, said the young man, for God’s sake do not stop me, let me go, I cannot without horror look upon that abominable barber; though he is born in a country where all the natives are whites, he resembles an Ethiopian; and when all is come to all, his soul is yet blacker and yet more horrible than...
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