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Date: 1701

"So when against the Tide the Sailor toils / to force his loaded Bark, the Current foils / His Pains, down Stream the master'd Vessel's drove"

— Sherburne, Sir Edward (bap. 1616, d. 1702)

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Date: 1702

"The boiling Passion that disturbs thy Soul, / Spreads Clouds around, and make thy purpose dark."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: 1702

"Love, Sorrow, and the Sting of vile Reproach, / Succeeding one another in their Course, / Like Drops of Eating Water on the Marble, / At length have worn my boasted Courage down."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: 1702

"For oh! My faithful Haly, / Another Care has taken up thy Master; / Spight of the high-wrought Tempest in my Soul, / Spight of the Pangs, which Jealousy has cost me; / This haughty Woman reigns within my Breast: / In vain I strive to put her from my Thoughts, / To drive her out with Empire, and ...

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: 1702

"A Flood of Passion rises in my Breast, / And labours fiercely upward to my Eyes."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: 1702

"My Heart beats higher, and my nimble Spirits / Ride swiftly thro' their purple Channels round: / 'Tis the last blaze of Life: Nature revives / Like a dim, winking Lamp, that flashes brightly / With parting Light, and strait is dark for ever."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: 1700, 1702

"At his arrival here I'll visit him; / Whence this Advantage may at least be made, / To ford his shallow Soul."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: 1700, 1702

"Exquisite Charmer! now by Orosmades / I swear, thy each soft Accent melts my Soul."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: 1700, 1702

"Still dost thou melt my Soul with thy soft Images, / And make my Ruine pleasing?"

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: 1703

"My Father! oh let me unlade my Breast, / Pour out the fullness of my Soul before you, / Show ev'ry tender, ev'ry grateful Thought, / This wond'rous Goodness stirs."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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