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Date: 1724

"My flame revives!--each fit comes stronger on me! / Varying convulsions torture every nerve! / I love! I rage!--hate--fear--and love again! / And burn, and die with a whole war of passions!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

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Date: 1724

"The working Soul, unexercis'd abroad, / Like martial Nations, turns its numerous Powers / Upon its self; and sunk by native Weight, / Begins intestine Broils, and War at Home."

— Jeffreys, George (1678-1755)

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Date: 1724

"Is it a Dream, when at each Word you utter / In Scorn or Hate, my feav'rish Pulse beats high, / And all is War and Waste within my Bosom?"

— Jeffreys, George (1678-1755)

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Date: 1728

"If Love the Virgin's Heart invade, / How, like a Moth, the simple Maid / Still plays about the Flame!"

— Gay, John (1685-1732)

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Date: 1731

"My Soul is torn with a vain War of Passions."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

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Date: 1734

Love may take the heart with storm and rule there alone

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

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Date: 1753

"I have thought long of this; and my first Feelings were like yours; a foolish Conscience aw'd me, which soon I conquer'd."

— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)

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Date: 1760, 1803

"To farther conquests still my soul aspires, / And all my bosom glows with martial fires"

— Cambridge, Richard Owen (1717-1802)

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Date: 1761

"While Frugi liv'd / Thy sorrows kept possession of my heart, / And Love receded from the stronger guest; / Now his dear image rises to my view / So piteously array'd, with such a train / Of tender thoughts assails this shatter'd frame, / That Reason quits her fort, and flies before, / To the las...

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

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Date: 1761

"Why then I thank thee, Nature, / That when you made this frame of such frail stuff, / So sensible of harm, so ill array'd / To combat sharp Misfortune, yet you cas'd / My Heart in temper'd steel, and made it proof / Against the soft compunctious stroke of Pity, / Bidding it laugh at all that Fat...

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

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