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Date: 1667

"In every Brook or Mirrour we can find /  Reflections of our face to be; / But a true Optick to present our Mind / We hardly get, and darkly see."

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

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Date: 1667

"I wonder not to find those that know most, / Profess so much their Ignorance; / Since in their own Souls greatest Wits are lost, / And of themselves have scarce a glance."

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

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Date: 1667

"A Soul self-mov'd which can dilate, contract, / Pierces and judges things unseen: / But this gross heap of Matter cannot act, / Unless impulsed from within."

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

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Date: 1667

"And though 'tis true she [the soul] is imprison'd here, / Yet hath she Notions of her own, / Which Sense doth only jog, awake, and clear, / But cannot at the first make known."

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

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Date: 1667

"So unconcern'd she lives, so much above / The Rubbish of a sordid Jail, / That nothing doth her Energy improve / So much as when those structures fail."

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

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Date: 1667

"It is our narrow thoughts shorten these things, / By their companion Flesh inclin'd; / Which feeling its own weakness gladly brings / The same opinion to the Mind."

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

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Date: 1667

"We stifle our own Sun, and live in Shade; / But where its beams do once appear, / They make that person of himself afraid, / And to his own acts most severe."

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

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Date: 1667

"He that commands himself is more a Prince / Then he who Nations keeps in awe; / Who yield to all that does their Souls convince, / Shall never need another Law."

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

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Date: 1682

"Dear Object of my Love! didst thou but know / The Tortures, that I daily undergo / For thy dear sake, thou sure woud'st be so kind, / To weep the Troubles that invade my mind."

— Ephelia (fl. 1679-1682)

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Date: c. 1862

"After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- / The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs -- / The stiff Heart questions 'was it He, that bore,' / And 'Yesterday, or Centuries before'?"

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

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